Instead of rushing around tidying the house, dealing with admin and putting a wash on, I made the bed and sat down to watch a little Goldcrest flit around in the Conifer across the road. It was a soft morning; the edges of the mountain and the forest blurry with mizzle. I’ve been making a conscious effort to slow down when I can; resting and relaxing a…
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