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A Day of Contrasts

 
One of the joys of working freelance (and let’s not think about the downside of that fluctuating income) is being able to rearrange my own hours. I have two deadlines looming, but after week that brought news of the death of my 92-year old aunt (a good age, yes, but another member of that dwindling generation in my family lost) and saw my sister in A&E with concussion after she fainted and fell down a flight of steps at a station, we decided to make the most of a blustery, sunny day.

I’m not religious, haven’t been since I was little girl, but I love visiting cathedrals for the beauty of their architecture and all the skill and effort that goes into their making. St David’s is a favourite.


We then had a brilliant walk on the stunning beach at Whitesand where a passing stranger ‘complimented’ me on my hat. Cheeky b*gger.


And Tom and I grappled with the mysteries of the selfie.


It was one of those glorious days when the beauty of nature was almost sublime, yet a few hours later the images in my mind’s eye were juxtaposed with the horror unfolding in Paris. A day of extremes indeed.


Comments

Angela Britnell said…
That's life isn't it good and bad and you seized the good. Angela Britnell
16 November 2015 at 07:07
Frances said…
Oh yes, Chris, there are many contrasts tumbling around the world.

Thank you for allowing us to go along with you and Tom on that breezy walk.

Best wishes to you and yours. xo
16 November 2015 at 07:36
Pondside said…
I'm glad that I'm not the only one who hasn't yet mastered the Selfie!

It's so true that the cold clear air provides contrast and relief from thoughts of all that is going on in other parts of the world. Do keep your face in the sun and take deep draughts of that good air!
17 November 2015 at 20:52
Flowerpot said…
You're so right Chris -we need to make the most of the good moments - grade them and hold on tight. That's one of the advantages in having a dog - they make you get out. Take care x
26 November 2015 at 01:05
Chris Stovell said…
You know what it's like, Angela, having been on the roller-coaster yourself! Cx

Frances, thank you so much, Cx

Pondside, thank you - it's been quite a demanding year, although nothing like the challenges you and yours have faced. Cx

Or a boat, perhaps, Sue? Since I'm not allowed the dog! Thanks so much. Cx
27 November 2015 at 06:07
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