In Norfolk there was sun, sand, me and my shadow.
Sometimes there were mermaids in the sea
Some mornings there were pancakes and fruit for breakfast.
On my birthday there was home-made lemon drizzle cake.
Every picture tells a story - but a story is never, dear reader, entirely to be trusted. Or?
"I'm telling you stories. Trust me." (Jeanette Winterson in The Passion).
There were words and there were words. There was word count. Good enough.
I am happy to be home again.