I know when I am beginning to run on empty and it's right now so tomorrow I am flying off in search of the sun, which I am told is shining brightly here:
I'm going to Madeira for a week, courtesy of - and to spend time with - the Loved Ones. The Edinburgh Boy and Miss P are going to stay with the best dog-carers in the world and my Dear Friend, the Only Blonde in the Village, will be taking care of Mr C, my elderly tabby cat.
The Loved Ones are not taking laptops (a first) but I must as I have two courses starting the week after I return and I need to be able to respond to queries and handle bookings. No free WiFi where we are staying but it's only a short trot to the nearest cyberspace zone for a quick daily check. Apart from that I intend to give myself up wholly to the joys of swimming, sunbathing, yoga, walking, reading, a bit of writing, and general unwinding - and reflecting, occasionally, on the meaning of life. But not too deeply. I really just want to be in the moment, basking in those golden rays, in the manner of the Marigold Fairy:
'Look down, great Sun, and shine on me!'
Autumn is already making its presence felt here in Devon and I don't want to have to think about shorter days, colder weather and winter on the horizon, at least not for a while. I wish I could embrace the seasonal change but I always feel myself shrinking inwardly as summer begins to slip away, especially when we have had a good one. So I'm going to make this summer stretch just a little further . . .