The other day I was fuming.The day had started with me feeling grumpy. It was an early alarm, I hadn’t slept well and a long car journey lay ahead of me. I gave monosyllabic answers to my husband and headed out of the door wishing I could have another hour of sleep.
The ferns are changing colour. I noticed a golden edging to the leaves on my walk today. Soon this will spread until all of Dartmoor hillsides are ablaze with orange
How important are the tools and techniques of coaching? It’s a question that I’ve been mulling over recently.
The second brood of swallow chicks took their first flight outside yesterday. We had seen them practise between garage rafters and then in the morning they took the plunge from garage to garden.
I was walking at dusk last night when a buzzard glided just above the tree-tops of the lane. My heart always beats faster when I see a buzzard. As it soundlessly disappeared from view I felt the tingle of gratitude and awe at sharing this moment in time.
I love walking through the woods. Buzz (the labradoodle) gallops through the leaves trying to catch squirrels; a never ending whirlwind of energy on a fruitless mission.