summer house.

Okay. .. the trip to the summer house was relaxed to maximum. It was raining every day except the first and the last. Ironic... So I've been eating, reading, hanging and everything all over again. Plus some work in the garden, inbetween the rain showers.

I also entered the slightly cold, but oh so sweet ocean, everyday but one, dispite the weather. The feeling of freedom as the body got used to being under chilly water. The slight panic when the toes first touch the surface, the heart beating faster to keep the body warm... It has been one day and I already miss it.

It was really cool to see my family that lives down there. If i'm lucky I see them once a year. Not close to enough. Therefore I will go down and visit them before heading back to London in September.

The trip home was long and slightly boring, but I was dreaming away to the hours I spent on a bus in a far off country. But I like the time alone like that, when you have nothing but thoughts, and music. All you can do is recall, dream and plan.