Sea finds. Smooth grained driftwood, delicate laced seaweed and opaque seaglass. A little collection to remind us where we come from. The sand has been washed from our clothes, the kites and barbecue have been put away and the boys have finished their first week back to school. In the middle of the week I got the sudden longing to be off exploring, away from routine and work and all the thousand little things that make up our days. Fling essentials into the car, buckle ourselves in and just go... But like the kite that swoops and dives in the seashore wind there are lines that tether us to our place, we can't just leave. Can we?
I'd like to think that I could and would. What's the worse thing that could happen?
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