I think I may have just had a Moment of Perfect Bliss.
In a Swansea conservatory, with this book, is where it happened.
The book choice was inspired by Dad. Possibly the first book I recall him talking about it, I must ask him if it is coincidence that he shares a name with the author AND a nickname of one of the Men.
FINALLY I have got round to it & by pg.7, I am utterly in love.
Seagulls are squawking, in the distance and nearby, the garden birds are cheepy-cheepy, tweet-tweet, tweeting.
Bouncing off the windows, in an unconcerned, half-hearted manner is a woolly, chubby-bottomed bumble bee. I don't think he really wants to leave. Perhaps Bumblebee doesn't want to spoil The Moment either.
In the kitchen, Classic FM is on. For dog, but I like too. Maybe Bee does too.
Sky is the perfect combo of cornflower blue with fat happy fluffy cloud-sheep, just milling around. They are in no hurry.
At my elbow is a cup of tea, Lady Grey, as you ask, (I have gone Full Pompous now, haven't I? You would think so but, any minute now it is going to get worse) .......... in one of my birthday presents. A Portmeirion (Botanic Garden) mug.
For this Moment, all feels calm. All feels well, and I, for one, am more than happy to ride the crest of this wave of serenity, for as long I can Hang Ten.
And this book, oh, THIS BOOK.......
There go the seagulls again. Damn, I love a seagull.
[This will be the last post from our time in the UK. Holiday comes to an end tomorrow and we head back to The Pit, to regular life.]