Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Time and Tide


Meeting with  friends we’ve not seen since last summer, the first comment is how much Tom has grown, followed by the question ‘what do you feed him on?’ The answer, anything, just so long as it’s a lot of it.

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If I needed any further conformation that my ‘baby’ is a baby no more it was standing on Mill Bay, watching him sailing solo; helming  a Laser dinghy, around the headland, out of sight and out towards The Bar and the open sea, that and the fact he’s wearing size 10 wet boots.

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

2 thoughts on “Time and Tide

  1. Who else would ever think of a still life of the tide? And who else, having thought of it, would ever be able to pull it off so elegantly?

    Watching a child sail off, solo, toward the open sea, is a deeply satisfying, wildly terrifying part of being a mother. It is no job for wusses. Glad we’re up to it.

  2. Maybe one day he will do the three peaks yacht race. Keep feeding him up.
    I still plan to do a fell race with him.
    Have a good time Uphill

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