0. We wake up in cosy spoons. It’s lovely but it’s even lovelier that I can slip back asleep again for another hour after John and the dog get up.
1. I call Tilda from the balcony and after a few moments, I see a black flurry on the path in the distance. The blur comes into focus as she approaches and as she rounds the elder tree, she pauses in her dash to say ‘hello! I’m here!’ with a flick up of her tail. She bounces onto the wood store then up the steps, then after a few hours apart (hence the call), sticks herself to me while I carry out my chores.
2. I look to my left and am startled to see cliffs below me: I’d come around the top of the tallest part of the quarry a few minutes earlier and forget that path takes me alongside another drop. The horseshoe of rockface looks beautiful in the low sun.
3. We go to Leeds to see the Tiger Lillies. The first half suffers a little from drops in momentum but we’re never bored: the range of instruments and the creative playing styles means there is always something to watch. The second half picks up and they finish on one of my favourite songs of theirs. A disco ball spins to jolly up their blasphemy even further.
3b. Lily’s tail bangs with delight when she sees it’s us at the door. Later it wags in double speed as she finds her Bonio.
4. While we’re at the theatre my twitter feed is packed with aurora borealis chatter – an exceptional solar storm is afoot so the northern lights will sparkle tonight. We dash home after the gig, bundle Lily into the car and drive north, up to the edge of the Dales. We park on a dark country lane and strain our necks towards the north but it’s too misty to see much, bar the slightest red colouring. We do though see hundreds of stars overhead.
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