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May
12

Being Watched

I was thinking about the work I had to do back home. Should I really have been out and about today or should I actually buckle down to it and sort my accounts … and the windows could do with a lick of paint … and the lawns need cutting and there are bookings to finalise and e-mails to send. I drew breath. I held it for a while before releasing it slowly.

The sea below me was high up the beach and made a southing backdrop to an early morning cliff top walk. Yes there are things to do but I wanted to savour that moment. Breathe in the goodness of the spring and take stock.

It was only then when I stopped thinking about what I had to do and realised where I was that I became aware I was being watched. These two little playmates were as still as they could be; aware of me but not quite sure if I was aware of them. I looked away then back … and they were gone.

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