More pottering, more looking at pretty pictures of beautiful sky and sea, more amazing food and views. Big thanks to Sarah for making it all possible. DJ Anna on the drive home. Driving into my road feeling like I’d been away for a month rather than 4 days.
25/31
Our kind of church on a Sunday morning far away, chatting, reading the Bible, praying, grateful as ever for friends who’ve know me for a long long time, who I can bear my soul to, who love me as me. Glad to share their lives and deeply glad that we have real solid hope. The cosy cottage keeping us safe as the storm rages outside, good times to use the phrase pathetic fallacy. Sitting in the best deli/cafe and consuming more incredible food, paper buying, curling up on a sofa reading. Ending the day with much roast joy, a warming fire and a good film. Happy sighs all round.
24/31
Waking up in a sunny village far far from anywhere, feeling like I’d been away for years. Morning stroll through the village. Thinking we must be old as we head out for the day at 10am. Big fat sky, big fat beaches, lunch on the sand dunes, beach huts, cream tea and back to the cottage for sleepy book time. Meal out with Sarah and Anna. 30 years celebrated. Foretastes of banquets to come. Amusing questions. Later, midnight thought filing.
23/31
Picking up the girls, driving fun in the sun. Arriving at the lush cottage and many ooos and ahhs later heading out to walk to the beach. Enjoying pottering around the picturesque little village, seeing the windmill and watching the sun slowly descend down the sky. Searching for fish and chips, finding them in style in a nearby pub. Bed.
22/31
At least I can pour out my troubles and He hears. At least I can shout, swear and kick and He will not leave. At least I can hit out at the eternal. At least I can lash out at the one who loves me most. Crazy.
The Long Walk Home 