I have been away this weekend.
Away from home and family, just by myself, being quiet and still. Well, not that still. I managed to go for a long walk yesterday, visit my old home town, do some shopping, learn how to make wire work jewellery (thanks Craftsy), make some earrings, write a couple of poems (more later), do some drawing and have an eight hour cup of tea (and scone, cake, jelly, Parma ham, fizz, superior game meat terrine froma very posh farm shop and lots of laughter, some tears and loads of love) with my oldest school friend, who I have known since I was 11. I have swum and sauna-ed, slept like a log, put flowers on my parents’ grave and drunk in the cold clear sunrise. I have been away but I have found myself again. Thank God