Summers End.

Some days I can find a way to blog again...some days I can not. I have no idea what makes the difference but I feel strangely happy at being able to communicate again. life as we now know it has changed in subtle ways and small things make a difference. The village is emptying now. People are going home. The visitors next door have completly packed a car already...so I imagine the roads will get busy quite soon. At this stage I am always relieved that its not me anymore. The days of travelling along crowded roads were something to dread and is one reason for my moving here for good. I still feel grateful to the man who rang me up to ask if I wanted to buy his house. ....no hesitation...I said yes immediatly and have never regretted it. it is ironic though now that I look forward to the quiet time ahead. Odd visitors will still arrive naturally but not in their thousands until the next big holiday. This year i will not be cruising I think. Even if it does start up again. ...staying home feels like the best idea...so far. I am now ready to hit the publish button...fingers crossed and everything else available....