Dances with....Pete....

There's a little bit in 'Dance with Wolves' that burned its way into my mind, standing in the Great Plains and gently running his hand over the rye grass heads, a moment of peace, tranquility and contemplation. It was something that I had done my entire life, from my Uncle's farm in the Fens to distant shores, it struck a chord.

This morning I drifted off into another world doing exactly that.....it runs like a rail track through my life....connected to my childhood and no doubt to my old age (the Universe willing!), a sense of peace.

After yesterday's lovely sunshine cold winds have brought cloud and dull temperatures.

Climbing wall then work....