29 Feb  – An ‘extra’ day – our wedding day many years ago. Unusually husband is home to share it and we are taking a drive to Dartmoor – and my childhood holiday haunts – where I learnt to ride across country, to be alone in the space and to drift through into my own world where  stories began to form.

Dreams

It was also the place I took husband to see when I first met him and where we returned to the day after we got married – it cloaked it’s self in a light coat of glistening white snow that day and glittered coldly for us as we visited friends and made merry.

It was the place my parents had honeymooned and went back to every chance they got. Even growing up in the countryside – as I did –  Dartmoor represented an greater freedom to roam for me and in the company of the two sisters who ran the farm we stayed on I learned a love of farming – and decided that it was something ‘girls could do’ – because they and their mother obviously did.

Tomorrow I will step into that magical extra day of this year and also though a hole in time to a place populated by memories and people – some now gone – where I was always happy and free and in good company.

Life is a tricky beast at best and I hope that those memories – good though they are – don’t stop me making new ones and enjoying the day for and of it’s self – after all when husband and I flipped a coin to see if we would go through with the ceremony I doubt either of us had much thought to our 50+ year old selves and what we would be thinking about 29 Feb 2016.