Julia has given us just one word this week, HEAT – at last we’re feeling it on this small island! ‘Take it in any direction you like’ she says. At work today I took it to lunch with me.
I feel like a seal must feel, slippery, smooth and slick with moisture. Beneath the shade of dappled beech leaves, I sit awhile. A patchwork pattern of sunbeams, peep through the green canopy and above a happy blackbird trills its summer joy. My ears catch the crescendo of Flybe’s twelve forty-five to the Costas, but for once I feel no envy of the flyers, instead I have England at its best, with late orange blossom flourishing it’s fragrance on the breeze.
Alas I must retreat to my desk or risk burnt knees in the heat of my lunch break.
In case you’re wondering, the first sentence was purely imagined!