I'm here and it's tomorrow

The past week and a half-London, Kent, Beach Break (not at a beach but a safari park), getting the tube on my own for the first time (overcoming the phobia), nights in at the hotel d'Irvine, putting off packing for Glastonbury...among many other things.







I can't wait for Glasto with this beautiful bee....





'Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
To keep our faces towards change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.' (Helen Keller)

No time for fever

H has been staying with me for two days. I showed her the local pursuits and played pub skittles for the first time ever! Last night we went to Burton Bradstock for the evening. I love the beach at night time. A beautiful lady sent me post full of pretty things, I can't wait to see her again!

L has been on her walk now for about two weeks. I am so proud of her, and miss her madly. Come home soon bee!






Jamie, you haven't changed a bit.

My salad days, when I was green in judgment, cold in blood

Sunny (and not so sunny) Somerset. Crazy O came back from France, the rain upheld its tradition by gatecrashing J's fabulous party, we bought Tescos out of their stock of Pimms, ate pie in record time, and tonight, a lovely phone call from D with some sage advice attached.

"Salad days" is an idiotmatic expression, referring to a youthful time, accompanied by the inexperience, enthusiasm, idealism, innocence, or indiscretion that one associates with a young person-

what a fantastic phrase.

June

I believe that harmonies are colors
Every time I paint it sharpens my harmony
Yesterday I tried to paint you



But the colors weren't beautiful enough (Bee)

These Days

Have spent the heatwave mostly accompanied by Pimms, friends and excess picnic food. I stayed at K's for a night, we uncovered some photos that have never seen the light of day (aka the internet) before, I love it when this happens. The first is my favourite.


I miss you Crazy! Come back soon!







No, I won't be afraid...