Trisha Ashley
@trishaashley.bsky.social
Sunday Times Bestselling author of romantic comedies in. 12 Days of Christmas. Likes beach pebbles with holes all the way through. Rep. by Judith Murdoch
Visually impaired version! A beautiful dawn behind the castle, glowing pale amber, and lifting the edge of the damp, dove-grey clouds. There has clearly been a little rain in the night, too, and the garden does not look quite so parched. #trishaashley #morning #trishaworld #blind #visualimpairment
Visually impaired version! A heavy, iron grey sky, a little pearly behind the castle. When I opened the garden door to admire the rain-dewed grass, some of the birds from the rooky wood came down to shout hoarse - and probably vulgar - things at me. #trishaashley #morning #trishaworld #blind
Visually impaired version! A pale dove grey early sky, with ripples of silver, ice blue and lilac over the castle. The sun is trying to find its way through, but tentatively, as if unsure of its welcome. #trishaashley #morning #trishaworld #blind #visualimpairment
Visually impaired version! An early dark lilac sky streaked with bright silver pink has turned to a cloudy light azure. The birds from the rooky wood lined up on the summerhouse roof and eyed me in a very Daphne du Maurier way as I waited to make sure Mr Blackbird got his breakfast first
Visually impaired version! A marbled dark smoke grey and silver early morning has given way to pale azure and a few modestly draped shreds of gauzy white cloud. I discussed the weather with Mr Blackbird, but his beak was too full of breakfast to make much response
Visually impaired version! A marbled silver and lilac-grey early morning has turned to pale azure, and soft sunshine is sneaking in through the window and lighting up the saffron yellow bowl. I waited while Mr Blackbird had breakfast, so the birds from the rooky wood wouldn't hog it all
Visually impaired version! A damp, misty morning, the hills and castle hidden. A welcome shower of rain has made the garden path shine like a giant snail-trail and dewed the parched grass. #trishaashley #morning #trishaworld #blind #visualimpairment
Visually impaired version! A shiny pearl-grey morning, a strange contrast with the parched straw of my lawn and the fields I can see above the trees... and I remember, for no reason at all, the Pre-Raphaelite acid-bright yellow of fields of rape-flowers under a storm-dark cloud in the Durham Dales
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Visually impaired version! The heavy, iron grey sky has been lifted at one corner to reveal the shining steely silver-blue beneath. Bold Mr Blackbird was back this morning after an absence of a couple of weeks - he must have heard the quality of my breakfasts has improved
Visually impaired version! A grey sky, though with a touch of Pearly Queen around the edges, buttoning up the rain. The boldest of the little birds were waiting for breakfast and already, the bees were busy in the lavender. #trishaashley #morning #trishaworld #blind #visualimpairment
Visually impaired version! The sky is a soft, damp grey with only a patch or two of dull silver. A little welcome rain must have fallen in the early hours because there is a dark sheen on the garden paths, with ghostly pale patches of lichen, like distant galaxies
Visually impaired version! A brightly glistening mother-of-pearl dawn behind the castle, under iron grey clouds, like a sign of hope in a smoke-dark world. #trishaashley #morning #trishaworld #blind #visualimpairment
Visually impaired version! A mottled amber and grey early dawn has given way to patchy silver and dove, a gentle start to the day. The seagulls were doing their lost soul impersonations high overhead, but soon they will be in the town, mugging the tourists for sandwiches and chips
Visually impaired version! There were no stars last night, unless you count the glimmer of white roses in the darkness. This morning the sky is a very overcast pinkish-grey, cool and quiet - even the birds in the rooky wood are muted, their harsh voices more questioning than strident
Visually impaired version! A stippled, powder-dry pearl-grey morning with just a hint of palest pink at dawn. It is so lovely that it is cool enough for the little birds to come down for breakfast, instead of hiding from the heat in the hedges - my feathered family