A Rare Sort of Day

A rare day where I read in front of the fire, dozed, watched a film, and not a lot else. I seem to have been reading this book for ages, and have found time today to finish it. I really enjoyed it for its portrayal of the court of Mary 1st and for the central character Hannah, a girl/woman living in very difficult times, an independent thinker, highly educated, hiding her faith, and someone who managed to be a loyal friend to people who were in conflict with each other. She was most inspiring.

Then I read this book. The author was given a toy rabbit, and had a dream of it lying on the bottom of the sea. From that dream came this beautiful story. I had not heard of it, and bought it on the recommendation of the woman who came to do our staff meeting the other day. She was introducing a reading project and the main interest in the meeting for me was the long list of books! She said that this one would 'make you cry' and it did. I highly recommend it!

I did go out to Greenwich to get something to eat. The sun still has not come out so the mood was gloomy. The way the clouds hung around the top of Canary wharf and other tall buildings reminded me of being in Scotland in a cloud.

I liked the flashes of red of the cars and bus.

The Cutty Sark is still being rebuilt, and I had a look through the window to the work. Lots of activity and some good advice on their signs. They could mainly apply to the house too.

I have been listening to Dracula on radio 7 (my new favourite radio station) and looking at these boxes made me think of Dracula being transported across the sea. The steps that have been destroyed in the background have not been there that long. I wonder what they are doing to this area. I think it is all being tarted up in preparation for the olympics. I think that is the target for finishing the Cutty Sark.