Cosiness is not a state that I experience much in Okinawa. Essentially it is too hot here to be cosy. However my happiest of all memories are as a child in Scotland when the weather was too awful to go outside and so the family would sit in the kitchen in comfy chairs and I believe there was even a sofa. We would snuggle under hand-made tartan blankets with dogs, cats, lion cubs, lambs and such whilst our Mother read us Midshipman Easy, Masterman Ready, Swallows and Amazons and What Katie Did in various places. The storm howled outside and the windows shook under the battering rain. There was no guilt , no feeling of wasting time, justified idleness – the weather was just too bad.
Saturday was a bit like that here. I polished silver.
I watched All Blacks against Argentina.
I prepared and ate elaborate meals.
The weather was awful – rain, rain, wind, wind, happy, happy, joy, joy. I learned tunes on the flute. 02 The Glens Of Aherlow _ Trip To Hervé’s
Could not go outside. Bliss. I wonder what happened to the hand woven tartan blankets we used to have? Never tire of the road.