Thursday, 10 March 2016
Saturday, 5 March 2016
I left 28C and arrived to 4C.
I left bright blue cloudless skies and arrived to black clouds and sleet and rain.
I left tidiness and order and arrived to a man's idea of the same.
I left a silent empty house and arrived to a house full of people and talk and laughter and welcome.
I left idleness and arrived to bustle and business.
I left lounging by the pool whenever I wanted to arrive to feeding and brushing down horses, walking horses around the village, helping to muck out the stables.
I left 'What shall I do today?' and arrived to 'What must I do today?'
It's good to be home.