Time spent with family is always enjoyable; its even more poignant when the rest of your life is hard. Its a reminder that there are people who will be there for you, supporting you. My husband and I received a number of hard blows these last few weeks, and just that brief moment away from it all for a weekend helped provide the strength to face the challenges in front of us.
I went out for a ramble with my camera today; and was rewarded with two ticks trying to hitch a ride back to my place. I hope it was only two. I have double checked. You can’t always be sure you found all of the little blighters though. I found a dirt path along the limestone cliffs that wound its way through the undergrowth. It was hard to resist.
Found this sitting in my draft folder. I know that its in Point Peron as I recognise the silhouettes, but not when it was taken or why we were there. We go here a lot though, so it may have just been a walk and the sky was a lovely colour.
“Getting out there” has been put on hold. I’ve had a cough for over a month now, which has gotten worse over the last week. My doctor has referred me to a specialist, and put me on steroids to help with my breathing. My lungs are wheezing and rattling whenever I exhale, and he said that my bronchi are collapsing. Possibly weakened when I had pneumonia.
So, instead, now that I’m feeling a little more cognisant, here’s post two from the walk I went on a few weeks ago.