Ohemgee. Going through the old unpublished drafts to clean up the blogs’ cupboards I found this which I’d started writing on 10th February 2018.
Other than misting up seeing my brilliant girl Holly aged 10 and also seeing her as a wee teenager through the kitchen door as I type this, I’m struck by how today looked exactly the same as this day did.
The Ben stark white and the air cold, the broken cloud and strips of pink in the evening light.
But today we can’t be at Luss, on the beach and eating a chicken burger. Not yet, one day though.
Oh, I miss these days.