So, I’ve just retired after a period of quiet contemplation and a most enjoyable smoke whilst sat outside.
The ‘shire was at its best this evening. The day was breathing its last few sighs and a calmness descended. A washed-out canvas sky interrupted by pastel clouds played host to our trans-continental voyagers. Weighing only about 20 grams the swallows and swifts fidgeted about their domain, greedily feeding upon the object of their travels. Other birds were present too noticeable by the symphony of bird song, the blackbirds and robins the lead soloists. Heads hung low, the cows in the field in front of my house were quietly shuffling along, unaware of my family’s cat watching them sail by. My chosen pipe was my Growley Rhodie and inspired by Jim’s review of the McC’s 40th I plumped for a bowl of RC 5100. I must have packed and sipped well for, lost in my thoughts, the bowl played out for a little over an hour.
And the special occasion? Quite simply this… that I was able to enjoy this evening. Yup, I’m a lucky boy.