The odd thing about writing a blog is that it is all too easy to pour your heart out and forget that someone -someone you know- could be reading it. At the moment my head is a whirl of petty anxieties, but then something happened this morning to make me realise that life is too short, and that you should always appreciate the moment. I took these photos when I visited my mum last week. She lives in the sort of tiny village that I grew up in, and although I choose to live in a city now, I miss the balm of quiet days when nothing happens and nothing much changes.