A bright sunny day, when it finally rose. I walked to the station by moonlight as I had a dentist appointment at 8am.
Alison, having left for pastures new, has been replaced by Jay. He’s pretty good, though not as nice to look at but pleasant enough. For a Man U fan anyway.
He took lots of different impressions of my teeth and bite, drilled a hole for the post to go in to support the crown, and generally did dental things in my mouth. He said my teeth were very white and we picked a colour for the crown. I was in there for three quarters of an hour.
I find it very difficult to describe the truly beautiful landscape I walk through from the cottage to the station, most days, but today I had to try.
As I passed from the hanger to the big field, newly harvested, three flocks of formation flying Canadian geese glided over the trees and landed, mid-field, gaggling in greeting, while in front of me, still many metres away, four deer idly at near Monks Hill.
The sun was below the horizon as it was 7pm and I sat alone, within all this wonderful nature. I could see no other humans and, apart from the cars on the B3004 and the occasional plane, would only hear the geese as they appeared to be settling down for the night.
This was a moment that could not be photographed or painted and my writing skills are not capable of truly recording it. This was natures beauty, to be witnessed, if one was lucky. I think I’m really going to miss this wonderful walk. I dare not mention it to Mirinda. I must walk it as often as possible while I still can.
I made a lovely pork and apple cream sauce tonight, which I made up. Very successfully, I might add.
Oh, and Johnny Cash died today, aged 71.
