No man is an island ....

.... this is I know
But can't you see?
Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone.
Ben Howard


Bright colours between the hailstorms. High tide and this little gorse filled island was unapproachable, except by swans. A different story at low tide when you can walk across, gathering shells and marvelling at the multitude of beasts and birds foraging amongst the mud and pebbles.

I've been even harder at it today and am goggle (or even google) eyed but I think we're done! One last look tomorrow morning when we're fresh and then the second edition of the walking book will be wending its way through the ether to South Carolina and the machine that is Amazon. We get one proof back and then it's all systems go.

This is for son#2 who, as we speak, should be sitting in a concert hall somewhere in Paris listening to Ben Howard. I just love the final lines of this, thoughts and questions we must have all mulled over at some point.

Ben Howard