On the way home

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
~e.e. cummings

Warm and sunny and much pottering in the garden. A ripe and luscious harvest is acculumating - blueberries, blackberries, apples, grapes and plums. As promised Shaaamie and Ali arrived for tea. They had been hiking around the lake and we ate scones and drank tea down by the pond. Feeling brave we ventured down to the sea and plunged in - after the initial shock we all agreed it was wonderful! Just us and two very white swans.