Heathered

I call it Tender Hell and I've been stuck there for the last week or so. The trouble with these things (a bit European Tender) is that they demand a huge amount of work with absolutely no guarantee of success, nor even much idea of the chance of success. It's a game and we have no choice but to be in it and play to the best of our ability.

I planned to catch up with life today, but even the smallest of jobs proved taxing. I was going to do a big catch-up on blip but that was only a little catch-up in the end, although I did manage to post a week's worth of portraits. I've never before had a whole week of photographs left sitting undownloaded in the camera. It wouldn't have been a good time to lose it! 

Posting this a few days later, it's only now, able to think clearly again, that I realise how much my brain had turned to mush this day. Is it the equivalent of the feeling in one's legs after having run a marathon? 

I took a very slow walk on the moor to properly appreciate the heather for the first time. It's not a great year for the heather, but it's not a poor one either.