Pitter patter

Ok, well, now it's raining.
And it sounds beautiful and adds no sense of woe to my dreary mood whatsoever. It's like a gentle little song in the background- lullaby raindrops.

This weekend has been lovely but tainted and sad but beautiful. I am sentimental, perhaps overly so sometimes, but this weekend will have been the last trip up North I will make before I leave and it's a little bit heartbreaking. I love it there and I love the ocean and the hills and the estuary and the way the lights of Aberdovey really do twinkle across the water...
And the music and the dancing and the beer and the kitchen music and rambling and red wine and listening and hugging.
It is magic.

But my love remains, no matter how far away.
I wish he could come with with me. I really wish we didn't have to spend so much time apart.

They played music this weekend, I listened, read, remembered. They play beautiful tunes and A writes them all herself from her window overlooking the tumbling hills and the farm. She tells me about the birds and jokes that the dance that the sheep are doing is Breton because they are all in a line. Then the dog runs at them and they scamper in different directions- this one is the Kinnersley Bourrée, where we run at eachother and shriek.

These are all facts.

Then we drink tea and eat biscuits or sit in the garden and name insects and talk about trees and vegetables.

So, as you can imagine this time, the train journey back would probably prove difficult. So.. this time I decided to write a list of my favourite things, in the style of Julie Andrews. That way I wouldn't feel so bad. But I didn't sing them. Which is a pity. But there was a small on the train singing her heart out and I simply didn't want to detract attention.

Instead I kept writing and I now have a 5 page dissertation (in bullet points) of my favourite things.

Which is rather alot more productive than crying until I give my eyes a rash (again), I think. And so I am a little bit proud.

Nevertheless, my life is full of beautiful things.

Kittens and Sunshine and Singing for the sea

I'm sitting in my love's back garden with two kittens feeling the cool grass under their paws and the sun on their fur for the very first time! They have their leads on and wide eyes as they chase bugs and potter in the sun! They come back for hugs every few minutes, after all this is scary business. It's all very exciting but they still need their hugs... It's very endearing, this. Looking after baby cats!

Last night they played music to the sea and we danced under the streetlamps. I didn't play because I'm giving my violin and fingers a nap after all their hard work for my Grade 8. The sea wind caught Ceri's harp and it sang and sang! I think the sea hums in Eb. We closed our eyes and pressed our ears agains the humming body of the harp, grinning.

It was beautiful and we ran to the sea and shrieked and danced and danced... Then we ate crumpets and drank ginger beer. I love it here.

The night before we walked so high we could see the sea. And the crunching twigs in the half light, the stream sparkles. The bats singing and the smell of forests at night.

Later we go back down South together to where I live to see my Grandma.. and even she's from cuckoo-clock land, where the hills are alps and snowy and nests and all at the same time. She's just come to visit. I have missed her...

But I do love it here. And the Sea.