This morning Peter and Linas had left by 7.00 while it was still dark. As I went out to let the hens out and scatter some corn the sky was beginning to lighten though the sun hadn't started to rise above the eastern horizon. It was rather warm and as I stood in the garden I was struck by the tranquility of the place. A couple of blackbirds were singing in the trees and over the hill an owl was hooting away in Ron Fry's ruined barns. The only other sounds were the mumblings of the hens as they emerged from their house and the sound of water rushing along the streams that border the garden. Gradually as the light increased, more birds started to join in the dawn chorus. A lovely moment to start the day.
A lot of children off sick again in school, 6 from my class alone.
Stayed late in school , as always, and nipped down to Somerfields to get some food for the cats, and to check for bargains. Got Linas' favourites - marble cake and fresh apple juice, so he's a happy lad tonight. Doing building work during the day gives him an even bigger appetite than usual. As I was driving out of town I caught sight of the sun in my rear view mirror looking like a flaming globe. I drove as fast as I could to get to the first of the 'sunset' veiwpoints at the same time snatching the occasional sideways look to see what was happening with the sun. I managed to get some decent shots of the sun going down over the sea with Hartland Point in the background. By the time I had got up the hill by the Lewis' the sunset had become a grey mush with just a touch of pink. So often I've walked out of school to see a spectacular sunset inbetween the buildings but Barnstaple is down at sea level without good vantage points and it is a matter of rushing up into the hills.
