
August, I muttered to myself, ruddy August.…
Roadworks, holiday traffic, hold-ups… For the first hundred miles, that was the litany playing through my disgruntled mind as I drove north. My head was still pounding unpleasantly and the sun was, for once, unwelcome. Not that I ever mind driving north, regardless of annoyances on the roads. On the contrary, pointing that way always lifts my spirits and they had been pretty low after the virus and lingering headaches that had kept me offline and on the sofa for most of the week.
August… hrmph….
Except, that means…
…it is August!!!
I was suddenly bouncing at the wheel impatiently, desperate to reach the hill above Bakewell. That would be my first glimpse. There was a shaft of sunlight on the hills as I drove the last stretch… and through the inner gloom, the purple appeared, crowning the moors, clothing them in…
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You’re very welcome, Sue! Hugz to you and Ani! @v@ ❤
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Thank you, Viv xx
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