#MySundayPhoto – Morning View

Having spent the majority of the morning snuggled under the duvet whilst Paul kept the kids entertained I found myself wishing that I could stay at home surrounded by the twinkly tree lights watching festive films or cooking with the kids. As I work weekends this wasn’t an option and sadly I succumbed to reality, trowelling the makeup on thick to cover my crappy complexion and throwing a few layers of winter clothing on to keep warm whilst at work.

Having made myself look presentable I kissed the kids goodbye and hopped into the car heading off to work. It was a chilly morning, the sky was a brilliant blue, the hillsides aglow from the winter sun and unlike my mood which was a little stormy, the view was simply glorious.

#MySundayPhoto - Morning View

My mood instantly lifted as I stopped for a moment, took in a lung full of fresh air and enjoyed the scenery before settling back into the car and starting over. Two minutes can make a World of difference…


“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell”

Pink Floyd – Time

Thanks for reading and as always I look forward to catching up with your #MySundayPhoto pictures either through your own posts or comments upon this post.


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