Actually, what I’m really saying is that I want to live in Gower, in South Wales. I wasn’t born there or even near the sea for that matter. Where I live we do sometimes make the 45 min drive to the beach with the boys but it’s not the same.
You see we’ve just spent a fantastic week on the Gower Peninsula with the family – the first time we’d all been there together. I know it’s easy to think we can see our everyday lives through the rosy coloured lens of our short holidays. To imagine that we could magically transport ourselves and move to a different place, a different life even. The trouble is we could do it – easily.
Don’t get me wrong. I love where I live. It’s not our dream home but it is a great home and the boys are settled. Actually they are so settled that any thought of a change of home is quite disturbing to them. They love new things & experiences but the fundaments of their lives are something they naturally don’t want to change.
But there’s something in the Gower landscape that we all connected with. Perhaps it’s just the exploration & adventure of the holiday. If we lived there maybe we’d not appreciate it in the same way. Daily life would get in the way.
So what will we do. Nothing. We’re happy and content even though we miss each other now that we’re not on holiday. We love where we live. It could be better but we are fortunate and sometimes when you see something better you need to admire it from a far.
We’re back into our routines now. We’re not walking & exploring so much but we’ll correct that at the weekend when the boys aren’t at school. I’ll have stopped pining by then and Daddy won’t be in London.
Todays post was from Basil (Andsal Chico) the German Shorthaired Pointer. Naturally teaching his master David to be a better leader, teacher, trainer and person.
