Been a nervy week. The chicks were out of sorts, our routine shifted with the tide. It didn’t seem I had come to the right place at the right time? At home, in the cupboard the gin bottle was disappointingly dry. Rain poured from the sky, out of nowhere onto the building and the brown garden soaked it all in. Glorious rain for a little while. Wet grass again, and mud on my toes. The beach went all gloomy, the sea breezy, warm and purple on the horizon. Plans went awry, days moved fast to snoring… then the weekend came. She called the father chick- come home, fast, to the nest.
1. shared time with loved ones.
2. gentle health professionals.
3. brave souls ( everyone has one of these).