|Morning has broken|
Morning has broken
Clear clear skies after the storm
Birds are forming
Their morning chorus
Heard only by us it seems
The cockerel heralds the village to work
The mountains raise out their arms
As if to say..this is ours
Tree wooded mountains
With snow still clinging on
To the ragged peaks
Late spring means poppies
Wild roses in every hedgerow
The fields still green before
The heat burns them brown
The fruits of autumn only a promise still
The sun still soft warms our skins
We shift our rhythms to this ancient pace
A new dog says a shy hello
Perhaps he will return?
Let our time here unfold...
The grand plan in this visit is for me to be working on my book. In my head I'm working mornings and holidaying in the afternoon. So the news our house had been burgled in our absence wasn't welcome. The cooker, fridge, boiler and washing machine, table and chairs gone. Our first day therefore visiting the police station.
It's a communist era building so not a heartwarming spot. The people however are friendly and we were greeted by a young police woman, a detective I guess as she was not in uniform. Neither was she in a Sarah Lund style unisex jumpers. No, we are talking skin tight dungarees, stylish top and her leather jacket hung casually on the door. A regular olive skinned Bulgarian beauty. Andrew,my husband, sat up straight the whole visit.
She pulled out a long slim cigarette-untipped-the image of cool as she typed. It seemed churlish to protest. However in time my asthmatic lungs did. Her remorse was genuine and I left to sit outside. A more traditional older woman in a square shirt ( I think they are traditional dress in rural communities for women of a certain age...I'm a strange ,fair anomaly ) showed me past the cells-gulp-to the toilet. I imagine double locks are de-riguer around there? I doubled locked myself in it.
Then I sat on a bench outside as the sun gradually moved till i was out of the shade and waited till the complex form filling was complete. I didn't expect the huge grin on Andrews face as he emerged with Nick, our right hand man out here. It seems the young detective had commented on how young Andrew looked for his age. Nick laughed and translated it for him. I expect the spring in his step will last the whole holiday!
Day two finds me at my desk and ready for action. What a wonderful, if at times flawed, place this is.
if the shepherds dog will visit soon? Pungent he maybe but that big grin is a
lovely antidote to the smell.