The sun slowly sinking over the A303 in Somerset on Sunday night on the way back from Montacute House.
In the kitchen most of today making coconut flapjacks, and sesame cheese biscuits, stuffing dates with walnuts, dipping them in chocolate....... and the unusual fragrance of a rich minced beef ragu emanating from the oven. All the while talking to our lovely heating engineer who is servicing the boiler. He makes his own flapjacks and we talk healthy eating and Hugh's programme about waste - the shocking truth of our throw away world.
Later I sit next to Robin on the bed after he wakes up..... after his happy day out with two different friends. I massage his swollen hand and feel the tremor up and down his arm.......feel the truth of it reverberating round my heart..... the sinking away of him ..... a slow electric loss.
Last blog for a while. It'll be December when I'm back.... counting down to Christmas.