My relationship with the Sun
Sun gazing, two summer solstices a year and why I don’t like to turn my back on that which sustains me.
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Hello friends. I am currently en route to Lisbon with the intention of spending the next few days eating my bodyweight in bifanas and pastéis de natas. But fear not, business as usual will remain here on A Day Well Spent.
Did you know Lisbon is in the top five European capitals to receive the most hours of sunshine each year?1 On that note, I present to you today’s piece.
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Learnings from Les, the Sun gazer
On a spectacularly sunny and mild day in early October last year, I was out gathering lush second flush nettles in my local park in the late afternoon.
My supermarket bag-for-life was almost full when I was gingerly approached by a man, seemingly risen from a nearby patch of vegetation. My guard immediately and unnecessarily went up (I blame the media) but once he started talking, I found myself listening intently.