A blog all of my own.

A blog all to myself. Today I took the youngest back to school. The tide was out, and we walked on the sands for almost an hour, racing the dogs up and down, in and out the sea. White horses break miles out from shore, and I wonder again about Lyonnesse, and Atlantis. We checked the giant interactive sundial and it's already eight, so time for school. I leave him to his work experience.

Got home and the eldest had already left - away for the week in Snowdonia. A whole five days with only the dogs for company. God is my neighbour envious. Isn't it strange when you can do whatever you want? And you don't know what you want to do? I know. Set the alarm really early and treat myself to a couple of hours cycling. Because it don't matter if I get home and just crash.