It's that time again, my Mum and Dad have flown home, having thoroughly enjoyed their three weeks of glorious sunshine - made even sweeter with knowing that it's been snowing almost nonstop back home. I should imagine getting off the plane at Leeds Bradford might have been a bit of a shock to the system.
While I collect my thoughts and emotions, I'll leave you with a couple of photos I've been staring at, trying to convince myself there is a reason to live here after all, when so much of my heart lies elsewhere.
Tidepooling in February
3 comments:
That's the beauty of air travel. You can always visit home, and then come 'home' to beaches in February. I'm sure it's very difficult to be away from your parents at this point in your life.
Ah sweetie. I get like this every time I come back from England and I haven't given birth for almost 6 years! I hope you settle down a bit. Make sure you get outside every day - it helps.
I have gone through your blog it was really very informative. I definitely share these views to my close friends keeps up the good work going. Waiting for your next post to live.
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