Tomorrow.....

I write this staring out to see at the most amazing view. To the right is Yr Eifl, with a clear summit for once. To the left sits Port Dinllen, with the lights of the Ty Coch just beginning to show against a pale pink and baby blue sunset. The bright shades of red and purple may shine through later, as the sun wends its way slowly below the horizon but for now we have reached the gloaming. The colours of life have faded, the beach has emptied and the rabbits are growing braver, creeping further out across the field where, two years ago the cows chewed cud and stood, like live Damien Hirst exhibits, until the farmer fetched them in. The field is fallow at the moment, but signs that sheep were there earlier this summer can be seen. On the horizon I can see a faded violet outline, a mountain rising magically from the sea, a magical island like Avalon, but not mythical. This island is actual; a home for many people and a place of holiday rest and relaxation for others. In local terms it is Ynys Mon, but we call it Anglesey. In the past it has rather romantically been called the Dark Isle or the Isle of the Braves. I know all it will take is a shifting of mist or a deepening dusk to make it disappear again.


And tomorrow it will disappear, for us at least. Our week in the cottage is nearly over. Before we go home tomorrow we must clean and tidy our lives away, pack them up in our suitcases and head back to a real life that promises a few busy weeks. Saturday morning will signal the slide inexorably to school, to yokedom again and to the routines of daily living. And the changing of holiday self; late mornings spent with coffee cup in hand, early evening started with a wine or a cider or a bottle of beer, lunchtimes with a pasty or a pie or a packed sandwich and every day in a different spot. We have breathed easier here, stepped off the carousel and let the world speed by as we paused and stopped to smell the flowers on the hillside, to stroke the rabbit or the dog, to dig the channel that set the clear spring water free on the beach.


We have stopped to look at the pebbles, to pick them up and turn them over, choosing the ones that spoke to us of shape or colour or texture. We left the unwieldy or ugly on the beach, we brought the hearts and the smooth shaped solid rocks back with us.


 Will they make it into our daily life? Some, not all, in the same way that some, but not all of our holiday tan will survive and some, but not all of our holiday snapshots will make it onto our media of choice. We will edit our memory of a week spent together to highlight the happy, the tranquil, the smiling and leave the cross words, the frowns and the stamped feet behind.

I will take a little of this cottage with me; nothing physical; nothing actual; but a feeling of calm. A knowledge that this, like all other times, will pass: a comprehension that this is my Golden time, this moment now, wherever I am, because this moment now is all that I have; no past can hold me prisoner, no future threaten or reward me. This moment, as the sun finally sinks below the hill and the sky flares with vermillion, this is it.


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  1. I'm glad that you had a nice time and that you have lots of goodness to take home. xx

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  2. I'm so happy to know you had a wonderful time. Take care and enjoy the rest.

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    1. Alas, only a week of holidays left and so much to do; the week before school is full of shopping, housework, and back on the carousel!

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  3. Sounds like a perfect, relaxing time. Lovely photos, too.

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    1. Thank you. I'm trying to take good photos; I know some of the hints, but sometimes I'm just too lazy to think about them!

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  4. Glad to hear you've had a wonderful, relaxing time in Wales. I hate the first couple of days at home again, it always seems to take a while to get back in to home mode after slowing down for so long, mind you, it doesn't usually take long to get the washing machine going again.

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    1. And then again. I am a chronic un-getter-outer so a load will sit for a day (or two) and then need washing again!

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  5. What a beautiful post.
    Full of colour and love.
    Lisa x

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    1. Thank you. We've been to Wales often in the past 13 years and it is always a beautiful relaxing time.

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  6. This is full of lovely ideas and photos and I love your feelings on going back to daily 'yokedom' . I am currently glowering every time I see a 'Back to School' sign up in a shop! I love the freedom to indulge on a holiday, to do things that you know you wouldn't usually do at home. Hope the switch to home-life isn't too difficult! Judy.

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    1. I am VERY good at keeping the holiday feeling going (sometimes to the detriment of my house!) so I kept it going for a few days at least!

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