Vale of tiers

Sometimes life's rich tapestry seems more of a tangled web, doesn't it? It's wearing thin and fraying at the edges and tying you up in knots and you can't patch it up or unpick it and start again. I'm grateful for all the textile related metaphors that save me (and you!) from what I might otherwise say!

I also give thanks for:

the drone of a light aircraft engine crossing a sunny sky...and all the birds chirruping away in the garden

Bonfire Bill not indulging his passion all of the day so that it's been possible to have the windows open now and then

the pale hazy blue of the sea, and the silver of the river and the shadows of hedgerow trees hanging down the hillside fields

a fish finger sandwich for lunch, and a red lentil and seven vegetable stew in the slow cooker

I'm grateful during any spare awake time over the last few days I have made four rings of fabric ready to become the tiers of the skirt of a dress, and that the bottom one is even gathered and sewn on to the next one up! I tried to take a picture of this but it just looks like bits of material on a carpet (funnily enough) so instead here's the view from where the bus turned round in Langdale and I alighted (as they say) for a few moments. It was my first time in the valley a couple of weeks ago and my heart is still full of what my eyes saw there, though the bumpy bus made it hard to capture 'on film' (I don't know what we're supposed to say instead of that!) and this is merely the clearest photo, not the most scenic area by far. I'm grateful I went to this beautiful place. Long may I dream of going again!