and abundance of experience this festive month. The brilliance in colour sparkles and glittering light of the panto and Christmas German market. The warmth of new people embracing thy painstaking novice leadership where many sought assistance. The leaning in for comfort. The acceptance of this new person who so happened to be Mum of a buddy. My gift of time in give.
A treasure trove of experience in droves. The conversations many, varied and more of it. The step back in a county reuniting with family. The stayover of a sleepover. The many and varied huggable dogs. Leila and Vader the kittens who snuck in daughter's home from the neighbors at any given opportunity.
The candle making. The kitchen crafts. The winter walks. The winter travel. The dramatic scenery. The A30 coming down into Kernow for the first time too, post crisis, of not travelling over the River Tamar, but passing nearer to Rough Tor and Brown Willy than ever before. The same distant moors on the horizon of a Cornish landscape within the same eyeful one sees the Atlantic Ocean in parts ... that one also sees in the mists of time here on each journey whilst when in these reuniting visits to the area.
Breathtakingly amaaazing
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