I'm fast learning that just because it's wet outside it doesn't mean we have to stay in. I read somewhere recently that there is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing. And so I rugged him up (he looked a little fatter as a result) and he wore for the first time his superbly wonderful star raincoat (it's cotton lined so provides warmth too). He splashed and frolicked and I followed behind dodging the puddle spray. And then he said something to me that absolutely made my day.
"Mum," he said.
"...the sun has gone away."
I suppose it's just the beginning of his ponderings and wonderings.
By the way, I think stormy fishing villages are incredibly romantic. Annie Proulx' The Shipping News is a fabulous read and I feel like indulging myself in a fishing village novel right about now. Any suggestions?
And speaking of novels, a friend of mine has been writing a novel for eight years and a large Australian publisher has just bought it. I'm so excited for her...and inspired too.
P.S. The raincoat is by Penny Scallan. The girls version is gorgeous too (covered in apples)