I sit on the beach by the fire watching the sun set behind a Hebridean Island. Beanie and jacket on, hands tucked deeply into warm pockets.
The kids are asleep after a hard day of sand play, rock pool exploration and general camping mayhem. Right now in this moment, it is so peaceful and beautiful. Situations like this make me content… and contemplative.
I contemplate the past month. I’ve either forgotten what a normal busy life is like (work eat sleep repeat) or it has actually been a crazy busy month, I can’t decide which. The sun drops below the island, spraying reds and oranges through the clouds and the gentle breeze bites a little harder.
It’s been a fantastic month of hanging out with Scottish family and seeing both my parents too. Not to mention a major milestone – 20 years since Justin and I met on a fateful night in Glasgow. I don’t think I’ve slept in the same bed for more than 5 nights in a row. At first all the socialising was overwhelming. After all, for months it has only been us four together with the occasional social event. Not this back to back, let-me-consult-my-calendar socialising. But we’ve loved it. Little cousins have run around and formed strong bonds, having the chance to connect on several occasions. Grown up cousins and siblings have reconnected. It was the right decision to come here for an extended stay. (I’m glad we came in summer, though, we never left the house without a winter coat on) Brrrr!
This dwindling camp fire can’t compete with the cold breeze and I probably should go to bed, but I allow myself to indulge in thoughts of the future for a few more moments. We are now boat owners!!! Wowee! I can’t believe it. Owners of a boat that I haven’t seen and needs a lot of work. In a week Justin, Claude and I will go to France. I will get my first sight of the boat and return home 3 days later to look after the kids while the men remain to fix her up. I can’t wait to see her, but it will mean breaking up our family for 6-8 weeks so I have mixed emotions. Righto, bedtime.
It didn’t quite go to plan. Now we’re all in France. But that’s a story for another day.