Water meadow impression

Well I definitely think Oxfordshire has relocated to France in this wonderful light! Went for an evening walk in the water meadows and I felt like I'd walked into a french impressionist painting.

First chance to blip as I had been with my Mum all day. Last visit before the big relocation to the care home up here. The fortnightly visit to Fareham has often felt like a burden but now seems like we are entering a new phase which is very unknown. I thought today that although dementia can be distressing it has been a privalege to witness that journey with her and its just the courage now to stay with her in this next stage.