Perching on cliff-tops

Dear Heart,
A rare self portrait.
We headed down to Mumbles to bookmark the Easter holidays with ice cream and stone throwing. That horrible sinking sensation, that Sunday evening feeling, is always strongest when you've been away from your routines for a while. Everyone was suffering a bit underneath with end of holiday blues. Even I came down with it, though I've another fortnight at home!
Love, Lydia x