Home Sweet Home

Here we are back home in Joydens Wood, heating on for a few hours each day, and jumpers and trousers covering up our tanned skin.   And we have experienced heavy rains, cold wind but some sunshine too.  

And it is so quiet here, no campers around us, to talk to, and ready to drink coffee, or have drinks before dinner. 

  

There is also no swimming in the pool, or dinner in the restaurant, or generally lying around doing nothing much at all, in the sunshine.  

We have a bathroom here, so no portaloo or trying to find the best shower cubicle in the ablutions block.

We have a lounge room, conservatory, and three bedrooms to clean, rather than a quick sweep out of the caravan, and annex.

We have a dishwasher, a machine, not just me using hot water boiled in a pot, ruining my badly applied nail polish in the process.

And no mosquitoes, buzzing around, waiting to bite at every opportunity.   They were plentiful this year.

My feet are starting to recover, the cracks on the heels which looked like deep ravines, are softening and healing.  After four weeks of wearing flip flops, in hot and dusty conditions, my feet looked like they belonged to someone who has worked in outback Australia, without shoes.   

I went for my first walk in Joydens Wood this morning, in order to ensure that I maintain Manjastre fitness levels.   I thought I would take a photograph of the blue skies, just to prove that we have had some sunshine here.

 It was very gloomy in the wood, due to the sun being so much lower in the sky.   It was certainly much, much cooler, and very green.  No harsh bushland around here, such as in the national park around Manjastre.   

And the wood was full of dogs, out for their morning walk, which reminded me of France,with all those little pampered dogs.   But there was a difference, the dogs in Joydens Wood were very dirty as they had walked in a muddy wood.   And their owners were sensibly clad in sturdy boots, and warm coats.   Dogs are definitely tougher around here. A back view of a group of people with their dogs, getting ready to jump into their cars, to drive home for a cup of tea, and a good rub down, for the dogs that is.  The owners willl have the cup of tea!

But I miss our caravan, our outdoor life, the company, and the simplicities of life; a coffee, a wine, a talk, a swim, a walk, read a book or just do nothing but look at life around the caravan.  

Home Sweet Home!