Roll on 2013!
The pots which came out of the kiln just before Christmas were abandoned and are still scattered untidily across the workshop. I have hardly looked at them, save for wrapping up the orders. The cellist is still lying on the floor playing to herself with no one to listen to her.
Yes, its all been a bit fraught with poor Rodger still in hospital, having given us quite a fright at times. The virus/ bug whatever it is has been a nasty blighter, and he has really been very unwell indeed. However as I write we are pretty sure things are looking up. He is much more himself, the fever is coming down and we hope the end is in sight.
The rain wasn't far away but then again neither was the sun.
While I was enjoying the changing light, blowing away the old year and breathing in the new, Rodger was still stuck in his little hospital room, with the harsh strip lights and hot hospital air.
While I was listening to the breaking waves, he was listening to humming machines and bustling nurses.
But in the afternoon I was able to kidnap him for a short while and we drove down the Nith to Glencaple. The sun came out and he sat wrapped up like a snowman, breathing in the fresh air.
We watched the sun setting disappearing behind Criffel.
Then it was back to hospital. I hope not for too much longer.