A Heron on the Bridge

Very quiet at the moment on the blog front because I'm in the UK attempting a punishing schedule of work, packing up the house for the winter (to return to Italy) and catching up with friends and relatives.  The weather is arctic here in the north (6 degrees last night) with grey skies, cloud, rain and a bitter wind.  And it's only September!!!     But walking into the town yesterday, we found a heron standing on the rail of the footbridge and, for once, he didn't immediately fly away.   A rare moment of sunshine made the moment complete.

Tomorrow - Saturday 24th of September -  I'm running an all day poetry workshop for the Sedbergh Literature Festival, The Write Idea, on the theme of memory and imagination, with a look at form and patterning.