Ever have one of those days where you plot and plan your escape route? I do. Rather frequently. Routine and the Monday to Friday 9-5 is a bore. Luckily the content is sufficiently entertaining that it’s bearable. In any case seems it must be endured till the children are grown and have successfully flown the nest…
On the daily commute… I dream often of coastal lavender farms in France… near Bordeaux… I love the wild wilderness of the Atlantic coastlines… spent my childhood scrambling over granite cliffs, picking blueberries, on the other side of the Atlantic… and used to fly over the Gironde frequently when I was based in North Africa for several years for work. It is a stunningly beautiful spot from the air with long sweeping white sand dune beaches. Even the French say it is THE place where people know how to eat, how to live. I have never seen it from the ground. I dream of hammocks and sailboats and a heady mix of heavy floral scents, delicious aromatic wines and salt sea spray. Long lunches and longer walks with long views of ocean horizons. ah, one day…