When Time Stood Still
Finding peace in the company of a Robin
After an evening of wrestling with my book keeping, I woke up in a bit of a funk. Without thinking too much about my mathematics dyslexia ( is there even such a thing?), I pulled my wellies on, grabbed the dog leads and hurried the hounds into the car.
Whenever I feel like this, frustrated and gloomy, I know a good stomp through woodlands and across acres of land with the ridgebacks, will get rid of my TANtrums.
Little did I know I was going to spend time with a feathered friend.
As the ridgebacks did their thing, darting from field to field chasing rabbits, a flash of red caught my eye. There, perched on the fence, was a robin. It’s presence was so captivating, almost as if it was waiting for me. His body language was a silent invitation, almost nudging me for a chat. This charming little creature made me stop in my tracks.
The dogs were ahead playing happily. So I stopped. Took my phone out so I could take a few photos - which he quite happily posed for. But there was something in…