I hadn't realised it until now , but it’s probably no coincidence that my last post was about our trip to Norwich, a city I’ve loved since studying at UEA. I wrote, then, that coming home was a hard landing, a feeling that took me completely by surprise as it’s been such a privilege to live in this beautiful, remote spot on the very edge of the west Wales coast. A trip to Skye at the end of October - Tom’s choice - with Ma, was a truly lovely holiday. The weather was kind, the colours of those breathtaking seascapes will stay with me, as will all the happy memories we made that week. And, because our small cottage had been so beautifully modernised and worked so well for the three of us, it was easy to imagine what it might be like to live somewhere different. If travel doesn’t broaden the mind, it certainly brings a new perspective. By the end of the year, Tom and I had decided that it was time for a change, time to move closer to a town (we are neither of us, as they say, getting
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But very well done indeed!
What an achievement, you must be so thrilled.
CJ xx
Go you! And a great time!
Congratulations to you ... hoping that you are resting well today.
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You didn't look at all puffed either.
You worked so hard and deserve every success.
PS Have you read...
What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami? Great book for writers who run or runners who write.
BT
Hubby is going to New York on 2nd November. Think you are all mad...where is the pleasure in running when you can walk (or crawl or limp in my case)
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