Reading your words today definitely straightened out my crimped muscles. Life gets me like that at times...so many of us, I think, are feeling it. But I was wonderfully lost in your boat trip for a while; recognising some parts as I sit here on my own boat, but being painfully aware that I am not looking at white sand and dolphins, nor hearing the roar of the ocean. Still, I am quite content to enjoy my own little sphere. Thank you for sharing your words!
I am! But a nàrrowboat on the English canals. A somewhat different setting...I hear the gentle lapping (on a windy day!) Of slightly greener water, and have elegant swans and jaunty moorhens for company. I do wish for blue waves and a sunny, sandy beach some days...enjoy your chutney making!
Fabulous photos Prue, looks so idyllic. I loved Passage too.
Thank you, Libby. It's an emotive story and I often wonder if I should write a sequel of sorts.
Only if you wanted too x
Reading your words today definitely straightened out my crimped muscles. Life gets me like that at times...so many of us, I think, are feeling it. But I was wonderfully lost in your boat trip for a while; recognising some parts as I sit here on my own boat, but being painfully aware that I am not looking at white sand and dolphins, nor hearing the roar of the ocean. Still, I am quite content to enjoy my own little sphere. Thank you for sharing your words!
It's my pleasure, Alice. You are on a boat? This morning I am green with envy as I look at a pile of apples to be peeled and chopped for chutney.
I am! But a nàrrowboat on the English canals. A somewhat different setting...I hear the gentle lapping (on a windy day!) Of slightly greener water, and have elegant swans and jaunty moorhens for company. I do wish for blue waves and a sunny, sandy beach some days...enjoy your chutney making!