Yesterday reminded me so much of holidays in Luskentyre during the long summer days on the Island of Harris. Those were the days of terry towelling nappies and small children. Washing clothes out in a bucket of cold water under the running tap. The “caravan site” had three static caravans and two small toilets plus the tap in the middle of the field. We looked out on the sand dunes and the Atlantic and the days always seemed long and satisfying. The children and their friends ran down the hillside pulling their younger siblings in cardboard boxes; so much for health and safety.Can’t say the days were always sunny, but it is on sunny days that such memories come to the fore.

Misty, Him Behind the Wheel and myself had our own encampment of loungers, sun parasoles, and accoutrements of coffee table and assorted drinks out in the front garden. Sheer bliss. (I refuse to think about the forecast for Tuesday and Wednesday!) Am resolved to enjoy the summer while it lasts.

Happy Pentecost!

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2 Responses to Encampment

  1. Ellie says:

    This post reminded me of your writing, how is it going? Keep up the good work Freda

  2. freda says:

    Writing struggles in the summer, Ellie, I get distracted. But you are right, I must get on with it.

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