October 11th, 2012


Undisciplined hound and low clouds

Yesterday was an odd weather day.  The clouds were sitting very low over the country, hovering barely out of reach above the hilltops and occasionally sending down streamers of mist onto the taller hills on the edge of Dartmoor.  Under the cloud, very still, clear air, so that despite the mists, you could see a very long way - all the way along the coast, way past Plymouth into the South Hams,  and West as far as the china-clay spoilheaps of St Austell.   All of this under a close-fitting lid of thick grey cloud. 

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'We still don't know if we will have to move house or not, and likely will not know for a while.  Part of me is saying that it would be interesting to go somewhere different rather than lurking here in my traditional rut, and it might push me into doing new things, or provide new opportunities. 

I have definitely BEEN in a rut for some time, and it has been a little depressing.  In a way, the sudden uncertainty is welcome because ruts are dull.  But another (lazier) part of me is groaning at the thought of the sheer effort and expense of it all, and thinking that 1) I like my rut and 2) I could probably climb a *short* way out of my rut and try something new without actually going to the effort of having to put everything in boxes.