The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Tuesday, May 07, 2013
The closest thing to heaven
We enjoyed another lovely walk with Younger Son and Nuora on Monday. Walking the cliffs between Brandy Cove and Pwll Du it was easy to imagine that this is what heaven is like. The gentle warmth of the spring sun, the restful ebb and flow of the blue sea, the air heavy with the coconut scent of the gorse blossom, and the flowers in their seasonal glory. Delicious.
The sea itself was ... cold. Husband's feet had already gone numb when this photo was taken but mine were still in the agonisingly painful stage. But we smiled through our pain.