A day for remembering. A day for honouring my Mum, and lighting a candle for her. It feels like yesterday and yet, somehow, time has marched forwards and three years have flown by. I don't think the missing part ever goes away, but there are so many happy memories that it's hard to feel down for long.
I was planning to walk here this afternoon. A place very dear to my heart, and a place my Mum loved too. A place where I can feel her presence in the wind, in the smell of the sea, in every step I take along the cliffs, and in every pebble I collect from the beach.
But today the rain is lashing down, the wind is howling, and staying in was a more attractive option. Snuggled up with Walter, some knitting, my winter duvet, and a good book.
And for the weekend, I have a new toy to play with. One of these. I can't wait!
Have fun, I think we're in for a wild and wet weekend.