Sweet, bountiful providence

Sometimes we need to stop and look. Absorb something and wrap it up for remembrance as a snapshot.

This island can be bleak. It can be wet, windy and lonely. But then it can throw up some beautiful, unexpected images. The wind drops, the clouds break a little; smoke from chimneys start rising upwards steadily like ethereal fingers trying to touch the sky; the sound of the sea is suddenly noticeable and the sun warms skin. Life is affirmed in the most glorious way.

I'm off to the toilet now.