Day 4 – (1/2) Vibrant blue skies and all the birds and men fly to the rooftops! Out my door first thing, I nearly topple someone doing gutter repair. “Don’t walk under the ladder, mind you,” he teases, to which I reply, “I’ll take the good luck, thanks!” Tony greets me by name as I post a package, a treasure trove of tea and digestives off to sail another expansive blue. A pleasant and unexpected 2-hours with my soulmate has us ambling up the cobbles, past containers of densely charged daffodils. We are greeted by a horse that poses prettily for a photo and then snorts in derision when we have nothing to offer in return. High across the valley rises Stoodley Pike, looking for all the world like a marker that has leaked all this color onto the sky. Love letters to Plath. We head to the cemetery but never arrive at the gravesite. Instead there is Clive who points the way of life, Hughes poem “The Wind” and how to find the path that Ted and Sylvia walked to Wuthering Heights. In the background a bagpipe, anthem to departures. Lunch is at the White Lion and they know us now, as well. We sit and eat an all-too-American meal of burgers and chips, with side-long glances toward our neighbor’s pie and veg. Electrifying orange carrots to compliment an electrifying blue sky. Visual abundance. The Mr. is off to work and I am left to it again. I plant myself in the sun, looking for all the world like a daffodil stretching my face to that wild, magnetic blue yonder.
West Yorkshire – Day 4 (1/2) Magnetic blue yonder.
