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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Glad you had a nice break, even given the occasional emergencies, and that you managed to fit in sight-seeing as well!
I can see why, Mandy! You live in a cracking spot for them. And thank you, GC! x
Like you, Jane, I stopped pining for mine as soon as thought about all the walking I did in the wet and cold, usually weighed down by vegetables from the market, laundry or books!
Thanks for stopping by. x
And...any news on the boat front?
xo
Pondside, thank you - it did come out well, didn't it?! x