The last days of solitude with final rations of bread, milk, eggs carefully measured to see out the weekend. The sky is eye smart bright, bathing the bay in a myriad of Norse tones. There is much to do. Preparations for returning full to the brim with shetland-ness, yoke jumpers, museum views, pony petting, toe in sea dangling and a meditation on all I've learnt. I cut my hair and wore new socks, slowly letting the other world back in.
3 comments:
surely not time for you to come home already?
xxx
Yes lou, I can't believe it's time for that treacherous voyage once again. I leave on monday evening so do a salutation for me. x
Lucy, the other world is looking forward to welcome you back. xxx
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