After all the excitement in England (which I’ve been writing about lately) I had to head back home with the ferry. Home to more things to do. But there was also still space to hold on to that holiday feeling. Especially since the ferry did kind of feel like a nice cruise. And with this I just want to show off a few pictures, which others normally do on Facebook, I guess.
Anyway, I’ve been sunbathing on the deck and I watched the other ships as they sailed by. I didn’t see any big fish, but the lighthouse I know so well was still there. I had almost forgotten how beautiful this was. When I walked off the big boat through the same hallway I boarded from just a few days ago, I had the urge to go back and do it all again. I was also thinking that none of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t signed up for this astronomy project all those years ago… and how very much alive I feel.
Fitzy had told me how he likes books (over digital things to read), as he likes to touch things. I’m the same. And so I walked that long path to the beach where the ferry had just sailed past, “while the waves crushed in the sea and met the land”. At home I turned on the radio and there was that other song again, which seem to have been following me around the past few weeks. I really like travelling.