I’ve always loved that word. Happiness, golden, idyllic it means. A perfect remembrance of times past, even if the times were only yesterday.
This was my yesterday.
A day off from working in a time of quite hard work, enjoyable though it’s mostly turning out to be, this University life. But stretching my brain all week around ideas, as I do, I always take Saturdays off nowadays. It’s why there’ll sometimes be no blog posts between one weekend and the next one just now. I’m busy with my other stuff.
But Saturdays are my days for doing not much at all. Like this:
One halcyon day in my Liverpool. Quietly perfect without making a big fuss of itself.
Thank you to friends Rachael and Adam for the conversation on Granby Street, which reminded me of the lovely word halcyon.
Oh and ‘The Ullet Turret?’ So admired locally it had turned up on the cover a magazine.