This morning we awoke to a sky of fire streaming through the window. A beautifully perfect autumnal sunrise. The 7-year-old had suggested that we take one of our one-on-one quality time adventures a few times this week so it was a perfect chance to seize the opportunity to spend some time with him watching the day begin. Each morning he comes into my room and reports on what the sky looks like from the window. I’m so lucky to have a child that shares an eager pull towards the rising or the setting of the sun.
As we looked out of the window we could see the tower of Holly House with a surrounding backdrop of the promise of a gorgeous sunrise. So I settled the other children down at the breakfast table with the teenager to listen out for them and we threw on our jumpers over our PJs and headed out with bed hair in tow.
And we were not disappointed. We entered the churchyard to a light dusting of daybreak mist and a cwtch of early morning tranquillity and proceeded to climb the medieval tower. With almost 100 steps it takes a fair while and we were aware that by the time we reached the top it was quite possible that the fiery dawn sky could very well of dispersed. But we were in luck. We got to the top and enjoyed the most wonderful sites of the skyline than ran entirely around us, a real good look at autumn. We enjoyed each other’s company with comfortable silences and chit chat before heading down, both feeling achieved before the rest the world had barely awoken.
It was our first-ever glimpse of a sunrise from Holly House and it was a joyous treat and a very special moment that we both shared in our new home.
It was all over and we were back in the throes of breakfast and the school run in 20 minutes.
