A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two ; and then,
A blood-red orange sets again.
From Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Hibernation is a state of minimal activity and metabolic slow-down. And I wouldn’t say that was quite us, but our life just now does have a definite focus on slowing things down…Simple things taking much, much longer than normal. Living life more gently - no rush, no pressure. There’s been more baths, more games, more jigsaws, more talk.
But it’s not been all go-slow, we’ve also tried to make the most of what we have, using the short days, the fine, frosty weather and the local places on offer. Tanya the Brave has continued her weekly outdoor early morning swims in a local loch…to the point where its been too icy to be actually able to get in. I’ve tried running the country paths when I can but that’s also been limited a bit by ice. And we’ve also adventured out as a family – still discovering new spots around East Dunbartonshire – a new ruined estate and some waterfalls a couple of highlights.
So its not quite been hibernation, more rather life in the slow lane. But is that a bad thing? For the umpteenth time in the last year I guess I’ve reached the conclusion definitely not. There's much to learn and be grateful for in the midst of all this.