Rare moments of sunshine

The winter chills linger long.
Every other week it seems to be changing for the warmer.
Promises of a long hot summer are eagerly awaited.





The future Mrs Buckley considers the benefits of a hat...












I'm leaving home again! Can't remember how many times I've already done that. Been offered a job in the big smoke. Heading down next week to start my post-qualification career as an English language teacher.



Think it's time to put the hat away and reach for the sandals. Good trade off.

Do you know Obi-wan Kenobi?

"Do you know Obi-wan Kenobi?" asked Ben. Ben is seven. He sits at the same table as Airi, the little Japanese girl I've been helping.



I wasn't sure if he'd been asking me if I'm hella-tight with Obi-wan or just if I know who the man is. I side with caution. "Not personally."

Wrong. "But do you know WHO he is?"

"Sure."

Ben leans closer to me and his eyes squint as if for all the world he's about to share something of extreme importance. "Your beard..."

"er... yes?"

"It's just the same as Obi-wan's!" and with that dispensed with he turns back around and continues to draw helmeted soldiers and mock the boy sitting opposite him.








And all this time I thought I was more of a Luke Skywalker kinda guy.