Bliss
For the third year in a row we're spending late September/early October in honeymoon country.
And now in our secret hotel with the window open I can hear the sounds which will lull me to sleep tonight (I've been looking forward to this all week): the irregular chiming of the church bells; high tide lapping at the foundations of the building below; nothing else... just peacefulness. Perfect bliss.
Posted by pab at 20:13
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