My early morning coffee making bears little resemblance to the simplicity and beauty of the tea-making ceremony of the East; but there’s just something about the homely aroma and awakening spell of this wonderful beverage, the quiet house with the faint light of dawn touching the windows, and the clinking sound of a spoon against ceramic.
Copernicus corrected the belief that the earth was the centre of the Universe. I think he too got it wrong. Rather it’s the ever reassuring ritual of early morning coffee-making, especially in these uncertain times.
Early morning walk under Kent skies. The beauty is breathtaking and I feel my spirit soaring.
I put the leash on my little dog, Broddah, donned my jacket and cap and walked out into the crisp Spring air. The morning was bright, the sky blue and I could feel the spring in my step.
As I walked along the path with Bluebell hill before me, I could hear the birdsong coming from the trees – beautiful! Strange how the chirping and singing of birds has a kind of echoing sound in the countryside. I’ve never been able to understand this, but I love the sound. Like sunlight on water is to my eyes, so is birdsong to my ears. I also watched a grey stallion in the paddock to my left celebrating the morning by galloping around and proudly shaking his head and arching his neck, then, throwing himself onto his back and rolling around with glee. It was something to see.
I eventually got home and crowned it all with a cup of tea and two Rich Tea biscuits. Nothing like an early morning walk to start your day, especially with a little friend who enjoys it even more than you.