The little pleasures

The view towards Ashover Rock, just visible to the left on the horizon.

I've been up at the farm for a nearly a month now.

I am still slightly surprised but very happy to see occasionally people sitting on the bench.

The bench my friends bought for my fiftieth birthday still brings me little presents.

Full evening sunshine after a heavy fresh shower.

The view walking towards the bench from the farm.

A spring sunset and an old friend

I was talking to a friend on the phone and she told me how her sister, who is a neighbour of ours, does a circular walk that passes my bench. As she passes she likes to sit on it and take in the view. She often remarks to my friend that she's been on Nick's bench.

As we were speaking on the phone I noticed that the late sun was settling on the bench and I mentioned this to my friend. She said well why don't you go and sit there and think of John. John was my best friend and was her son. He died about 10 years ago.


So after we finished the phone call - she is about to have her diamond wedding anniversary - I went to sit on the bench and have a little contemplation. It's funny what things I think about when on the bench.