Life, in relief

Sometimes we just need to stop and see what’s happening around us.



There’s trouble ahead when the only bridge in town is closed for maintenance.


Off again




When I got home again from the farm, Clive was nowhere in sight.

There was a note, however, on the dining room table. A single word, Shock, and this…



Clive wanted to work on his comic strips, so I wandered around the farm some more. I saw ducks, cowering from the cold at the back of the pond, looking unhappy, but resigned to their fate as the wind whipped round and round and the snowflakes fell. I saw two more hiding inside an open shed, trying to stay out of the wind, then over by the arena I saw a horse in a blanket, standing with its hind to the wind, its eyes closed tight, obviously deep in thought about hay or oats or something equally nice – perhaps the loving warmth of its stable. In a moment I saw a sleek, black dog running madly from here to there and back again, seemingly just to be doing something, or – if I’m feeling generous – to stay warm or get exercise.

Then I went into the barn and saw little Jewels, at play. She was being very well supervised, as I’m sure you’ll agree.


Meanwhile, in the Village

Practice Time

Back at the farm again we wandered around the corrals to see what was going on.

“Now there’s something interesting,” said Clive.

“What’s going on?”

“Looks like the snow pony’s being a little stubborn.”

“Carrot not good enough?” I asked.

“Um, something like that. Or else he just doesn’t feel like going for a ride today.”

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A Walk in Town

I looked in on Clive a little later. He was asleep, resting his head on his arms, and from the pile of strips I saw littering the table around him he’d been working very hard. The one I saw on top told me that he’d given my earlier suggestion more than a passing thought.

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