It’s a funny thing – but when I think about leaving home for one of our little trips to the coast – I get kind of homesick even before we have left. At the weekend we shall be packing up the car and heading off into the wild blue yonder – breathing in the salty air, feeling the sand between our toes and watching the surf rolling in. Taking walks in pine forests, watching sea birds swoop and dive, walking coastal paths – eating food prepared by someone else for a change – jaws dropping at the wonder of it all.
And yet – I shall miss my little home and my slightly bedraggled garden. One last look around, taking pictures of all that is dear – then driving off without a backward glance. For when we return it will all be just where we left it – the garden requiring attention – the house a little dustier – mail piled up behind the front door – just as it is good to get away – it will be good to be back.
See you in a weeks’ time when maybe we can chat about the splendours of autumn and loving these mellow September days.