I'm on my travels. Cardiff has been reassuringly familiar. The city centre is a little grander,but still essentially the same. The walk from my mum's through the park down to the sea front and on to the pier is the same. The beach full of pebbles waiting for Sibs to throw into the brown murky Bristol Channel is the same...
I like that.
Everything about being home feels right. I am loving sitting in my mum's kitchen, drinking coffee and eating Jaffa Cakes. So simple, so familiar.
Sibs is having a ball too. From decorating the (real) Christmas tree to drinking copious amounts of hot chocolate to wearing her new ear warmers everywhere she goes!
Already in a week and a half there's been shopping in the city, a local matinee pantomime show, an evening at the theatre, a couple of days in Bath, a weekend in London and tomorrow we are off to Paris. I haven't got time to be tired!
|Looking out of the window at Sydney Place, Bath. It was -3 degrees!|
His brief for Paris is - "somewhere that feels French...." He has excelled himself and I can't wait.
On our way across the channel to France we have been in London for a few days. Whilst Bath is beautiful, London is truly splendid and magnificent. I had forgotten quite how amazing it is.
|Big Ben from the top of the London Eye|
|At the gates of Buckingham Palace|
|Trafalgar Square where the pigeons were replaced by thousands of Santas!|
Best get some sleep.... Paris awaits tomorrow