Sanctuary

Sanctuary

My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.

Dorothy Parker

I love Ms Parker. She says it like it is!

We have a roaring fire on the go and packing boxes piled high, descisions to make, and others to face . By the end of the weekend we must nail our colours to the mast and burn some bridges. Bring it on!