It is late evening ,I have been tending to a couple of watercolours for most of the day .A typical April wind whips across the sky and around our heads as we step out of the door .The sky is clear. After two weeks of rain and heavy showers you can see forever. Ambling along with the wind pushing us forward the sky ahead is amazing .Pink and yellow, an amazing light blue in front , grey and blue behind.
Then, to our joy, by our shoulders on the other side of the hedge a Barn Owl steals by in search of supper. Quiet as a ghost glowing silver and white the owl floats by totally unconcerned with us and our world of money grabbing bankers , lying and deceitful politicians, murders and fear mongering journalists. A sobering and magical moment . Hand in hand we are thrilled beyond belief.
Rivendell awaits with the promise of tea and cheese scones.