starting again

It’s been a long while since I last wrote here.

A storm-cloud blustered through, knocking all the stuffing out of me. And my last little logs ended up falling by the wayside.

The storm seems to be passing, but I am left feeling unsure, a little battered.

Despite the thunderous clouds and the lashing rain, my desire to write has remained deep inside.

I need to write, to connect once again with my surroundings, with myself.

And I need to start again.

So here we go, let's see where this little log takes me...

vallée de Campan

Am spending the week over in the Vallée de Campan, reunited with N and living in the woods together with the other barn-builders. It's just the thing I need after a busy summer and poor health - the tonic of wilderness.

early autumn in the woods

This is what early September feels like when you're living in the woods for a week - misty and chilly when we wake up. Our view is eclipsed by trees that sit on our hilltop obscuring everything a few feet above. 

We are out of the tent at 8 am, the sun breaks over the hill by 9am. By eleven, all hints of autumn will be lost again to the hot sun.

For those of us not re-building a barn, a Turkish novel, an audio book, bramble bushes and hazelnut trees await me today. Such possibilities!