There are many things I love about our new home - looking up at night to see the smudgy pale and brightnesses that is the Milky Way. The lovely gifts my husband gets as a country GP - mandarine jam, date scones, honey, crab. The changing light on the hills outside.
But I miss the sea. And I miss home. And sometimes it feels very far away. (A twenty-two hour drive away, to be precise. Pretty much Edinburgh to Barcelona.)
These photos are old - a year or two ago - from a half finished blog I never posted - and I look at my wild ones in the long-ago, so vibrant and unconstrained on the beach I love so much, and oo and ah over how they've grown and changed, but I look most at the shores of home and wonder when I will return. And I am so grateful that I had that time, I have those memories, to keep me company now, when I am landlocked and so far from home.