Quiet skies and a walk......

Yesterday evening, I decided that I wanted to see if there was a volcanic ash sunset round here, so David and I set off for the river. We were a little early for sunset, but the skies were absolutely clear - so strange not to see any vapour trails from planes. Normally there are always planes overhead. And it was so quiet......
There was plenty of life around, however.... of the 2 and 4 legged variety.

Thankfully, there was a river between Big Daddy and us. Not to mention the huge flock of sheep and many many tiny lambs. They bounce. They really do. From a standing start, they leap into the air. Too cute!

And you know how kids draw sheep with 4 legs in a line, and you think it looks rather odd??? They are right. They do have 4 legs in a row. And it does look rather odd.

The sun was lovely, but we thought it may look better from the other side of the village, so we started back to the car......

You didn't think I WALKED, did you??? I would have loved to walk there. Not possible at the moment. We are having a bit of a crisis with failing to manage the pain bit.

And meet 2 of the cutest little lambs.......

And a very regal looking swan too......

We drove to the opposite end of the village and stood and watched as the sun set, and it was stunning. The sky was a lot more red than normal, and that is apparently the volcanic dust causing the sky to change colour. You can't see the dust / ash. That is what makes it all a little surreal. It is there and can cause untold damage to the engines of planes, but it cannot be seen. I believe them. Better to be safe.

Beautiful.........

This Icelandic volcano is proving to the world that no matter how advanced we are, we are not able to control everything. Planes on the ground. That means millions of people in the wrong place. There is also a possibility that the UK will run out of fresh fruit and veg, and if this goes on for much longer, it will have a catastrophic result for industry too. As my sister says, if there are no planes, that means no tourists, and what happens to places like the mountain she works for? Hmmmm. And there is no telling yet when planes will be flying again. The BBC has a full report on things.

But, in the meantime, I keep looking at the empty skies - who knows when, if ever, I will see skies like this again? And I listen to the silence. Well, I would have done so all day, had the buiders next door not decided to start work at 8 am on a Saturday morning. It sort of wrecked the silence. Oh well. It is silent now, so I can sit out there a little while and look upwards.

We are not in control. With all the gadgets, gizmos and brain power and technological advances, we are not in control. You know what? That makes me smile. I knew that already.