I was wandering along enjoying a misty start to what I hoped would turn into a bright summers day.  The birds were tweeting and the air was fresh, the rumble of MT’s train heading off to the big smoke was fading into the distance.  All was at peace until Big Basset suddenly found his sniffing interrupted by the mist and it spooked him.  Peace was shattered and he panicked then barked and barked, convinced that if he barked loud enough this funny stuff getting up his nose would go away.

There is nothing poetic about a basset bark so early in the morning.  It reverberates around the valley.  I was ready to hide behind a tree if someone came along.  This dog, frightened of mist was no dog of mine.

Aside from the mist barking, it was indeed a glorious morning to be out.  It’s what summer mornings should be.  Bright, crisp and enlivening.  We’ve had so few of these this summer.

This time of the morning is when I run through all those things I want to achieve in the day.  The trouble is that my memory is getting so bad that by the time I come to the end of the walk I’ve forgotten what I put on my mental list.  I’m now just treating like a cleansing process.  Scanning my mind like a virus checker to  detect all those things that come to mind and try to work out what needs attention and those that I can tick off my mental list as complete.

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With such wide open spaces it’s a great place to think.  As long as you don’t have a basset being spooked by mist or other such distractions.

I need to start to energise my mind again as it’s time to get back into working mode.  There is so much more on my domestic list to do and so few days left in which to crack it.

No more meandering about in holiday mode.  It will soon be time to get focused and organised.  I feel exhausted just thinking about it. It’s time to get a new rhythm day to day. But for now I’m going to enjoy the luxury of time on my hands.

Actually, it’s not time on my hands it’s dirt and mud and scaly dry skin – as one of my clients said today as I shook them by the hand in the customary way.  “Oh Julie, how lovely you’ve got farming hands!”

Nice addition to my personal brand eh!