Goodnight friends! A touch cooler, about 18 or 19°c mostly, with scattered translucent cloud cover, wispy feathers and scattered stippled layers of white against the pale blue sky. Mophead hydrangeas are bursting into life in gardens, and every patch of unattended grass is overflowing with sea pinks and oxeye daisies. Sweet babbling din of sparrows nesting in any tiny sliver of a crack in a roofline, getting ready to fledge.
Wrapping up our weekend by the coast with a meandering day, no any particular talks or events in mind, looking for interesting things. We wandered along the harbour wall, its surface a battered mosaic of pitted, salt-scoured brick and stone and concrete. We visited the local marine aquarium where a very skilled and patient aquarist has worked with a school of mullet for over a decade until they will happily eat food from your hand, silver bodies writhing across each other, vacuuming it up with stiff, toothless mouths. As we took a last evening walk along the beach I grabbed the opportunity for one more brief chilly swim.
May we find ways to live fully and authentically as ourselves today!
Image ID: Photo of a flowering Italian clematis bush, long, deeply venated lanceolate leaves and broad blousy bright pink hexafoil blooms with a rippling crêpe texture and pleated margins.
