I’ve been longing to write. How amazing is that? To create imagery. To pour myself into words. This is a recent phenomena. I was a songwriter (a rhyming one) first. Now, with writing my blog, everyday feels like an old friend has come out to play as I scoot over the keyboard swishing and swirling (I use a Swype keyboard. It gets me into all sorts of auto-correct trouble but it’s a right laugh too). Today is our last full day in Warsash, next to the beautiful River Hamble which opens out onto the sea, with all its boats, sails, ropes and sparkles. I feel at peace by the water. I’m a mermaid at heart. The smell of the seashore is exciting and wistful. I walk easily here. It’s my favourite place - the flat. Today we pack up to pumping music and hope we haven’t mistimed our returning housesit’s arrival by a day. We sometimes imagine what it would be like if they came home early to discover us completely rocking out to their Sonos speakers. We’d have big smiles on our faces, a bunch of flowers on the table and food in their fridge so I imagine they’d be icebreakers enough 😃 Tomorrow we zoom to Bournemouth, a place where I lived as a teenager. The sand is golden, the sea clear. Magical giant conifers abound. I’m excited and thrilled about our little hotel getaway before our next sit. In a room with two single beds! New adventures and giggles are ready to be made.