Stuff

 I've been spreading myself a bit thin lately, and I'm feeling it, so the plan now it to, as far as possible, slow down and put my energies into my home now with autumn and winter fast approaching.

I have a list of jobs that desperately need doing, and honestly the house is in as much of a pickle as ever. Add to that not enough sleep and huge anxiety...yes, it's time to get back home.

It was my birthday last week. My mum gave me a voucher for Joe browns and I bought myself a new blouse and a dress, which was a big treat. We spent the weekend before my birthday foraging and making winter syrup, then on my birthday will took the day off work and we had chips on the beach and a walk. 

My lovely friends gave me some gifts from their garden, and made me realise how much I miss that abundance-next year I must make the garden into a space that I can grow things in. 

On Monday I did a very silly thing, and swam out to our mooring to retrieve our dinghy, which was left behind after moving our yacht to a marina for winter. Its not the sort of thing I would ever usually do, and after the event now I'm not sure what possessed me. It was difficult and frightening, and I feel an overwhelming sense of achievement now which I think will last several years; long enough that I won't have to be brave again any time soon. 

I have a busy week now socially and then we are away this weekend, and next, but I am determined to get back to the house and family now.