we're off on our sabbatical travels once more, this time with cousin, Zoe.
She rides shotgun in Veronica the Campervan, accompanied by teenygoth. The drive to the Flatlands is so peaceful, each mile down the road another becalming moment.
We explore a moated country seat, walk the silver summered dunes of a far-off beach and watch the harvest threshed in. And we talk of death and life and hope and fears as we watch two deer pick their way through the husks of a low-scudding sky.
It's over all too soon .......
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