成人快手

It seems like the summer (what there was of it weather-wise) is finally over. The music festival, with it's influx of musicians and revellers, has been and gone but even after the traditional 'end of summer' weekend we have still managed a few random gatherings as well as a wedding, birthdays and an engagement (congratulations all round).

The pace has slackened a little as the nights draw in, giving people time to catch up with indoors jobs and socialising amongst ourselves for a change. Heading back down the road from dinner at the other end of the bay on Friday at a quarter to one in the morning it was odd seeing the lights of the pub out and the village all quiet and still.

I like this time of year though. I like the quiet emptiness of the landscape which has turned vibrant shades of red and orange and brown against the sharp granite Paps. I like the slate-grey sea, the windswept beaches and the unexpected moments of warm sunshine. I like walking in the gloaming and experiencing the different shapes of the landscape in the half-light. I like sitting by the fire with friends talking about plans and ideas, big and small, or on my own - just me and the crackle and hiss of the flame.

The drive through the darkness to a friend's house which sits all aglow with warmth and light in the early dusk. The small sessions in the pub - music being played just for the love of it and for the few of us there. It is these small moments in life that make me feel more solid and grounded. More myself.

The small moments in life - where would I be without them?