A poem and shades of yellow at The Little Orme

The sun has been shining for four days now and yesterday it seemed appropriate to take a flask of tea, a hot cross bun to share and some biscuits to The Little Orme. It is one of my favourite places and it always has the ability to ground me and give me peace. I like to reach the edge of things and the fact that seals bob and swim around also makes it special.

I decided to tuck a poem in my rucksack in case I felt like recording it there, and I did. It felt good to have read a poem with the sea behind me and then to linger in the sun and just be.

It was good to see primroses on the verges as we drove down as well as the vivid yellow fields of rapeseed. Yellow is such an affirming colour for me and my absolute favourite is the brilliance of gorse.

Excited by the fact that the sun was making shadows while I photographed some yellows, I made it my mission to capture my shadow next to as many shades as I could find. The clasp of my phone case made me chuckle at the essence of Frankenstein's monster in the first one below:

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