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What to do with a blue sky and four degrees

It was such a lovely day - everybody seemed to be out flying their planes and leaving stripes in the sky, letting their dogs walk them, stretching their legs with an amiable companion or, if you're me, getting a little lost jogging along the village lanes.

The sun determinedly gave us a lovely afternoon in Berkshire

The hum and buzz of the engines, like a motorised swarm of bees, ebbs and flows as the planes fly up and down the sky. While the rustle of leaves will have you wondering whether the breeze has picked up again or if a stream is nearby.

Planes leaving stripes in the sky.

Choosing a path and deciding whether to follow it, or just admiring it and wondering where it leads to...

The path less followed...

leads to?

On days like these I want to wear shorts and a t-shirt or a floaty summer dress. I want to forget my shoes and spend the afternoon staring at the sky, high above me, while I stretch out on a comfy blanket, ensuring that as much skin as possible is exposed to the sun. I may read a book, I may take a nap? I may just contemplate the world and its woes, lulled into relaxation by the heat.

Of course when I take my hands out of my pockets, and turn to face the wind, the suns minimal strength relents. I quicken my pace, bury my chin in my scarf and head back. It may be beautiful outside today, you may have been lured like me, but it's a fickle beauty that easily gives way to the biting, icy winds of winter - sending a reminder that it's still only January.


Lucky

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