Up, but not fully awake...

I awoke to gaze out the window of my bedroom and sit at my small writing desk once more. The morning fog has nestled into the valley. Ducks are bundled in a row by the water wheel keeping their feet dry.

Since I have spoken with you last, I have made an appointment with Catherine Wearing for tea later in the day. I found her background fascinating and anxious to know her better.

Imogene has risen and bids me come, to help prepare the morning porridge. I had such a deep sleep last night that I almost feel tired this morning. But, I am dressed and ready to start my day.

I will post more to you later in the day...