Swimming with the children. Heated floor in the changing room. Warm under foot. Pasta lunch. Amazing community in Robertsbridge. They make stuff and share stuff and have very little stuff. Another chapter of another Narnia story. Songs at bedtime. Then a desire to make some flatbread filled with lamb and a corriander with mint yoghurt dip. Ready to watch the beautiful game at around eleven pm.
Possesions, do we own them or do they own us?
