Slipping back in quietly

 

This space has been terribly neglected of late but as the sun returns to Suffolk I feel my tongue unfurl beneath its warmth and find myself reaching for my camera and my finding my words once more.

This weekend was the first to be work free in what felt like ages, I rejoiced in every moment; even those moments spent on my knees persuading weeds to part company with paving cracks.   Slow weekend breakfast is the very stuff of restoration - fluffy buttermilk pancakes, the first fresh raspberries of the year, salty butter and sweet maple syrup.  Washed down with orange juice and lashings of coffee.

I stayed at the table long after children and husband dispersed.  Sipping coffee and flicking the pages of a magazine and enjoying the sunlight dancing on the table.  It was heaven and three days later in the depths of another crazy week I still feel the benefits.