Today’s posting is my 366th posting in this daily journal. Tomorrow marks the first anniversary of the start of my photo diary and as we’ve had a leap year this year, I’ve done 366 now not 365.

It’s a nice quirk of fate that the weather here has been very changeable all day. This morning when I went to do the feeding and let out the hens it was snowing, later we went out to stock up on animal fodder and there was torrential rain and sleet, later again I have been in a gloriously sunny garden planting and doing some pottering and then later again, as I was clearing up my garden stuff, it started to rain and this rainbow appeared framing the blossom on our damson trees really nicely.

Given that just over a week ago I was talking about trying to find my dream and ‘holding the rainbow in my hand’ I thought this was a perfect pic of the day.

I’m going back to work tomorrow after an exciting and wonderful week in Cornwall and I will be some way closer to really realising that dream (for now it’s still too fragile to be certain of). We have a solicitor to instruct, a survey to arrange and other exciting stuff. We have a thousand and one plans. We have found a place that can sell us a second-hand Rayburn at less than the cost of a new boiler and cooker so that now seems as though it can be real too. What a week.

It’s nice to be doing something a bit ‘normal’ today though and I’ve loved pottering with Sherri the hen. She’s a great garden companion.

I feel strange, it’s as though so many endings and beginnings are all happening at once – the house and the diary are obviously important ones!

I feel good.