Months of lockdown have left me feeling empty. The colours that have emerged, during this time, have kept me ...afloat.
Telling my children imaginary stories in the darkness before they go to sleep. Our journeys taking us through long grasses, ambling from the tops of mountains, carrying grandfather's lantern through the depths of deep dark forests, then padding the soft sands out to the sea. The most recent traipse led to the Sting Ray ...was a really lovely journey. Another adventure met some colourful grasshoppers in amongst the grasses... they all stopped to do athletics, before buying lollies down in the forest shop.
In an era of no cuddles there are little ones who can always be picked up and cuddled
Coming back to Boris Karloff. Listening to the texture late at night.
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