Woodend Beach hut

Sometimes
When everything seems too hard
When life bombards you
With things you don't know how to handle

Sometimes
When you're tired
Drained
Had enough and down in the dumps

Something will lift you:
It could be a smile
A phone call from someone you've been meaning to talk to
A kiss
Strong arms holding you tight
Keeping you safe
It could be a sunset
A song
A joke
The sea crashing on the shore

Look for it because it's always there.

Mine's the sea.

Off to the Wet West Coast tomorrow for a week or so. I have some good friends who have a farm over there. They've kindly offered to put me up.

I'm feeling pretty tired and burned out right now and just need the break and some R&R. My school work is pretty much done and dusted and I'm just taking my guitar and sewing machine with me. Lots of fresh country air, long walks in the rain, soul searching and plain chilling out.

I'll take photographs, of course, but won't blip until I return towards the end of next week.

Take care and I look forward to catching up next week.

Please look after my boy for me, Canterbury.

Night.