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Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Bad news day :-(

Well today I had some seriously bad news, that's affected me more than I thought it would. I heard today that an amazing woman I used to work with, had news her cancer had returned. She had breast cancer but after therapy she wad given the all clear, a few years ago. But now it's spread to her lungs, and she's in hospital now. I got told this at work, and as I have had a busy day it didn't really sink in. Now I'm on my own, on the train to Exeter for the night, I suddenly feel like crying. It just suddenly hit me that such a lovely, happy, cheerful lady will now have to battle stage 2 lung cancer.
I'm looking out the train window as the world zooms by. Rain drops across the window, a dark dull world is outside. And I feel so sad, so very sad for her.
I send you my love, hugs and support Jayne xx

Monday, 19 September 2011

My safest place to hide

Sat at my safest place to hide, after a busy day at work. I stare out into the ocean, and watch the cormorants as they duck and dive in the sea. The tiny waves are crashing on the shore line, the emptiness sat behind it. The sky is amazing tonight, almost looks like a painting. Dusk is nearly upon us, another day done.

Friday, 16 September 2011

The most magical time of day

Walking to work at 6:30 am yesterday was a shock to the system. It wasn't the time, as I am used to early mornings, but it was so cold! Yesterday morning certainly had the first Autumn twang to the air and that sudden fear that Autumn was indeed on the doorstep and we will sadly have to say goodbye to summer. It was cold enough for a coat, it has that earthy, fresh smell to the air, there was dew on the grass and I could see my breath as I stomped to work. This, mixed with the slight changes to the leaves on the trees, started to evoke a feel of the autumn days to come. Cool crisp mornings, dark cool evenings, winds and rain, autumns graceful golden show, piles of leaves, boots and coats. But even when winter grasps us with it's cold fingers, and lays its deadly vail over the world, my early morning walks to work will be the most magical time of the day.


Thursday, 15 September 2011

My lunchtime break view....

Sat in the late summer sun, on Dawlish beach, nothing to do for an hour but soak up some rays, and stare out to sea :-)


Monday, 12 September 2011

I don't know why but the sea has this magical power to clear out my head, sooth my soul, and relax me. Sitting on the sea wall in Dawlish, it's high tide. The sea is making that unmistakable dull booming noise, as it pounds against the sea wall. The waves are lashing upwards, so you get this wall of water come straight in front of you.

As the sun sadly sets, there is this magical light on the horizon. A misty, almost purple colour, that meets the blue sea and light blue sky. I could quite happily stare out to sea for hours and hours. There is something about the barren expanse of sea that draws me and captures my soul.