this was sunrise in the heart of dorset...
down in our valley at the feet of bulbarrow hill and dorset gap these two high hills were hidden~
the land was blanketed in a fine blanket of soft, drizzly mist~the grey was a solid blanket with no chink of the approaching sunset.
still, there i sat thinking of all the things i had achieved over the past months and thinking of those things i wanted to delve into and achieve over the coming months.
i sat thinking of my friends across the world who would more than likely been doing the same, in different places.
i hope someone out there saw the sunrise!
i had plans, with someone i have never met, but consider a good friend to meet up at stonehenge for a celebration, however seeing the very brief news bite about it am glad that joint ill health and the price of fuel prevented it...according to the report there were 25,000 people there, maybe more.
that is not really the size of crowd i would want to celebrate a festival in!
so true to my solitary nature i sat surrounded by my plants, listening to the birds and watching a solitary bat flitter around above me.
~it was perfect~