Out walking this Sunday late in November it feels as if the light of the day is already waning at just after one o’clock. I decide I’ll take some photographs for a blog post called ‘The Darkling.’ My long used phrase for this time of the year where the days are made up of progressively more darkness than light.
So I’m not writing the same blog post any more. But one where I’m in the park on a sunny end of Autumn afternoon.
It turns out many of the leaves have blocked the culverts which carry the North and South Brooks under the park paths.
Next a surprise.
I’ve no doubt it’s in my diary, but in these joyously busy days of getting Coming Home going I don’t even look in my diary when I’m not working at the weekends.
Then I go and do what I’ve done for most of my life on Sunday afternoons. Go and have a sit on the park wall and watch the world go by.
Carried in my beautiful new Leeds Community Homes bag.
This really is a brilliant book by a wonderful storyteller we now know is really JK Rowling.
Light in the darkling.
A good day, a darkling day.