Land-locked, house-bound, I miss the shore.
I am so grateful for our garden, for our views to hills and paddock - each mornings sunrise over the hills is a blessing. But I miss the sea.
I've been looking through old photos from when we were home at Christmas - remembering the deep delight of being in the place that makes my heart sing. Remembering my younger children's exhilaration and wonder as they ran and played, observed and studied.
This will not last forever. I still have hopes that come September we'll be able to go home for a week.
But for now, I look back on photos from our Summer and live vicariously through past joy.