The seasons seem to belt round so quickly.
Last night, and more tonight, of the Northern Lights. From our dining room patio door.
A few months ago, in June, it never got dark. We are now getting darkish at 7.30 p.m. Just on 10 p.m. the lights begin to dance in the night sky.
Or just make everything spooky.
St Combs Cemetery.
The Pink Footed Geese are arriving and will soon number many thousands.
I am still walking every day. With the chariot. We do the .59 of a mile.
And get a lot of encouragement.
So here are a few more pics of what I see.
Oyster Catchers.
A Fishing Boat.
Great Black Backed Gulls.
And Sith who decided to leap to the top of the fence. And then couldnt get down.
Whatever the season. There is always something to laugh at.
This is me today.
The Dawn Patroller is now officially my full time carer. I have had to own up to not being able to care for myself. Not an easy task.
Attendance Allowance is not means tested. This means my miniscule work pension and my state pension are not taken into account. The chap we employ to cut our grass and trim the hedge which if untrimmed leads to road traffic management/road blindness etc is now sorted financially. The Dawn Patroller can only do so much and cutting the grass is not an option.
First I was turned down as I could 'obviously look after myself..' Perched on a bath shelf while the DP washed my back, etc. etc. I dont think so.
We asked for a reconsideration. And sanity returned. We got the Attendance Allowance.
My daily walk, weather permitting, carries on.
Cheered on by the Herring Gulls.
Over the last few weeks my car was hit, whilst on the drive, I have therefore had to pay for the body repair.
We started our North East Open Studios trail and at the first one one of the artists coughed in my face without holding a hand or a tissue over her mouth so I then had pleurisy.
At the moment I am half way through a bottle of red wine. So there you go an update.
