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Someone pointed out to me today that I like full circles. You know when you take a walk and end up in the same place you began without walking the same path twice. And I suppose I have even taken a different route home from a place just so as I don't go back along the same road. And when time passes so that anniversary's come and go and then you feel like you've gone full circle.

But I only want to keep going full circle if that means we come back to this point, us standing in the June sun. I only want to go around if your coming with me.

Love and Lime Trees...

For Sarah & Daniel.

Wheat

Sunday

It's autumn in Australia, my favourite time of year. As a keen runner (though mot much done lately) I am looking forward to running in the dark again. Last time I was in Australia it was impossible to run without feeling faint because of the heat. I am looking forward to seeing the streets of Sydney strewn with leaves. I am looking forward to walking along Darling Harbour, I am looking forward to catching the ferry from Manly into Circular Quay and marvelling at the view of the bridge and Opera house.

''Dont lose your faith in me and I will try not to lose faith in you. Dont put your trust in walls because walls will only crush you when they fall''   -Ray Lamontagne

Today...

This evening I walked around Fewston reservoir, I like it here for many reasons but mainly the benches. Yep, you heard me the wooden benches that sit every 100 yards or so. I love to read the plaques and think some people really do love without indifference, love boldly and for their entire lives. It's one of those things for me. Similar I always read the dedications page of a book first, I have even bought a book just because I have fallen in love with the dedication. Perhaps that is the writer in me, words are my dreams.

So I know I am only going away for a month but it's still a scary prospect, I suppose anything different from the ordinary is a little scary. And of course being away from the people you love is never easy.

I have been listening to Jason Mrazs' song 'Plane'

'' I'm leaving your town again

And I'm over the ground that you've been spinning

And I'm up in the air

Well I can see your house from here

If the plane goes down

I'll remember where the love was found

Even only 24 hours under yor touch

You know I need you so much

I cannot wait to call you

And tell you that I landed somewhere

And hand you a square of the airport

You make me somebody

If the plane goes down

I'll remember where the love was found''

But I think it's needed sometimes to be away from the people you love to make you realise how much you need them and want them in your life. For me, wanting someone fuels more passion towards them, needing someone is a whole different thing. I think when you genuinely want someone or something, you put in the effort to have them in your life. I think realising this is important, sort of follows the theory 'you dont know what you've got until it's gone'. It makes you appreciate the things that matter.

crying

I am not sure what it is lately, but I've officially turned into a great big ball of fluff.

Can't open the milk. Cry.

The canadian geese look nearly full grown. Cry.

A friends kind words. Cry.

95,000 miles

I am going to Australia next weekend for approx one month. My friends over there are moving and need help entertaining their gorgeous daughter. Which will of course be my pleasure and I get the luxury of having a full time model to follow around with my camera. Here is a picture of the new house.

Change...

I wish I could say I woke up this morning with the sun but it's been raining since last night. It feels like I have been awake since the black turned to grey. The beauty of having a house  with more bedrooms than people means you can sleep somewhere else if you wish, which is what I did last night. There is comfort sometimes in the unfamiliar.

A year ago today I moved from East Sussex back home to Yorkshire. Some of my belongings are still in boxes, which is excatly what I went to find at 7 am this morning. I remember my father put them in the outbuildings and so of course they were dusty and damp. I have boxes of books that I don't have room for on my booksehlf, boxes of photographs I no longer dare display, and personal things that only mean anything to me. A painting of two horses, a gift from a young girl who for two years was my destination. I remember sitting next to her while we painted it, I remember her peachy smell, the paint on her hands, the look of concentration on her face. There is a compass in a box, which is ironic as today I feel like a person who has no compass. A large grey paper weight with my initial on it. A wooden carving of an angel. All things which remind me of times past, and of a love that was cowardly. I fingered each item and let the memories fall on me like the rain outside.

An hour or so later I re-wrapped everything in bubble wrap to protect it. Except the wooden angel.

There is some comfort in going full circle and there is some comfort in change. The great thing about change is that it can be so constant you don't even feel the difference until there is one, it can be so slow that you don't know that it's better or worse until it is. Or it can just blow you away and make you something different in an instant.

''The heart is the only broken instrument that still works''           -T.E Kalem

Gorgeous...

Have you ever seen a 1 year old so cute?!