Sunday 3rd November 24
I’m having a break, a crisis, some head space. I am going around and around a roundabout, not quite sure how to get off. I am waiting for a nudge in the right direction. I am hoping for some form of epiphany soon.
In the mean time, I was up in Derbyshire. I had forgotten how much I love the Peak District. We used to go in October half term with the kids, whenever we could afford it. Apart from being beautiful, and the people kind, it was/is the nights drawing in. I love being able to light a fire when you come back windswept and red faced. To walk to a pub through a Dale. To climb to the top of a hill and see for miles, over the heads of speckled sheep. The White Peak Distillery didn’t involve any of those things, but was fabulous fun. I was nursing a cold and a hot rum with honey hit the spot. It will always hit the spot. I blame it for the fact that I consistently lost at all the games we played! We will go back.
I will continue with the Greek memories, there are not many left. So perhaps next week. And perhaps by then, I will have a better idea as to what to do next.
