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Yesterday I found myself looking at fawns in the park. A warm, wet and windy day. I am being drawn to the outdoors. I saw a poem:

"There is a reason why walking amongst nature is most people's best advice when depression strikes.
Because walking in nature is a return to 'home'.
You are not a lover of nature, or a fan of nature, you 'are' nature.
You are as much nature as the trees in your garden and the bees on your picnic.
You were designed to live your days out in the wild with your fellow creatures and plants but progress, humanity, had different plans for us all.
And so we exist day-to-day, in our homes, but never 'home'.
The quickest route back to self, to inner peace, is bare feet on grass, arms around trees, head in the clouds and heart in a forest.
Put your bones in water, whenever you can, smell each flower you see and crumble dirt between your tired-of-typing fingers.
You are nature, go home once in a while.
It will bring you much you didn't even know you were missing."

~Donna Ashworth

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Exciting times here down in the garden. I can finally confirm that the gate is opened and the path is clear... We have flowers and butterflies. I will continue to maintain and update it as best I can. In any case, thank you for being here in the early moments of my garden's life. Patience is the most essential ingredient to growing a beautiful garden, or so I'm learning.

In personal news I am happy to report I spent a successful bank holiday weekend up north on the coast of Yorkshire with my family. It has been many years since I found myself inside a static caravan (even longer since I've been in a touring, which is now my next goal).

I made a short video which captured the essence of the trip. Those who are familiar with this type of holiday might find it nostalgic. Note the Billy Ocean tune; one singer from the caravan park's club hailed it "The Ultimate Floorfiller".