Mothering Sunday

On Sunday morning I was brought a book and cards by George. A lovely Alan Garner (he of Weirdstone and Owl Service fame) book of folklore and both a bought card via Daddy and a hand made card from nursery. The latter was particularly cute as they had taken a photo of George making it and pasted it inside. 

I was then brought bagels and coffee by Jon and we all munched away and got crumbs in the bed. The weather unfortunately was not up to much. We've had this foggy haze for several days now, the sun seemingly unable to burn it off so we remain under this grey malaise.

So I wanted to just get out of the valley for a bit. We all bundled into the car and headed off for a drive, calling to get some cheese and crackers for early tea as I just didn't fancy a roast.
It was a bit of an odd day.
I love any day with George and Jon and I know how lucky I am to have them - but I missed my dear old Mum very very much.
I wished we could have been there visiting her in Hawkshead for roast lamb and peas with gravy and mint sauce and roast potatoes....I could even picture us sitting round the table in 4 Kings Yard together.
It's days like this I can't believe she died at all, she's sat in her cottage with the french windows open and the birds dancing around tweeting in the garden, pecking at the toast crumbs from her breakfast, she's got a strong coffee and the smoke from the morning cigarette in her hand curls up and outwards blown away on the wind to Latterbarrow.