Thanksgiving

A day of baking and eating

I took the day off from writing

and reflected upon

where the years have gone

since I was home last...

For Monday - A Holiday Town

When we roll our suitcases down the high street in London, we hear them, but we don't really hear them. The decible level on the street is to the point where having a conversation requires 'loud voices:' buses, cars, motorbikes, shopping bags on wheels, school kids laughing/fighting, mobile phone and mobile phone conversations, people handing out papers and advertizements.

When we arrived in Fowey tonight, we stepped of the garage to utter silence of the night. Then we rolled our suitcase down the road. The noise was almost deafening in comparison. I felt like we were disturbing the night, the peace. It was a coming home. And then we went in the house.

Monday, Tuesday

As you can probably tell by the sparatic nature of the blog this week, Fowey Royal Regatta was a busy week! And now I'm back 'home' to California in less than 12 hours. More time to write then, which I am looking forward to. For now, pictures from Regatta: