I suppose that I always feel that the longest day of the year is the most important of the milestones that we use to mark the passage of time. Whether it feels like the start of the long descent into a dark and dreary winter or the beginning of a warm an pleasant summer is a metaphor for the passing of another year and the state of one's life.
For 2026, I don't yet feel as if I have a handle on which way I think it's all going. We've been here in Ramsey for about ten months now and I think I can truly say that I am settled into life in the busier surroundings of the town. There is something quite satisfying about being able to walk down to the Co-Op when the sun is shining, even if it's somewhere close to my walkable limit right now, particularly if I'm going to carry shopping.
I mentioned in the last post a little about my enjoyment of the view from my window and this continues to draw my eye far more than it should. It's bordering on a distraction, but I'm only reaching for the camera - actually, usually my phone - when the sun is low in the sky.
The best view is the one you both look at and appreciate. My yardstick for this is now simply the view that I can be bothered to take a picture of. Ramsey, looking north-west is apparently one of these views.
