I seem to have taken an unplanned break from blogging. I just haven't felt like making the effort and other matters have had to take priority - not least grief and dealing with clearing my mother's home. Now I am on holiday and enjoying walking in the alps, good food and company.
Yesterday my husband felt unwell so we decided not to go anywhere or do anything. He needed to rest and I was happy to stay put with him. This bothered him as a "waste of a day's holiday". My thought was that if you can't do nothing in a beautiful place on holiday then when can you rest.? After all what is a holiday for?
Photo: my own - walking boots resting on the balcony