Missing piece

There's a piece of me missing. It's in Staithes. Both of them & the hound. I find myself asking how I deal with being so totally in love with my girls (& the hound) and I'm left with the aching love of a lucky man.

As for Staithes, well I have many questions not helped by this wonderful article in The Observer. It sums itself up with a quote from a joyous artist, Paul Czainski, as follows:

"Staithes is wild, yet it feels like such a safe place to be. We feel like we've stepped into another world."

I ache for this world, it claws at my insides like a cat looking for the best piece of the sofa to scratch and never able to find it.

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