All good things must come to an end, and that is just as true for tea soaked holidays as it is anything else.
“Oh, there you are!”, I breathlessly exclaimed, much in the style of Alice encountering a person sized, cognisant chess piece hiding under a giant mushroom.
I’m awakened by the sunlight barging in through the somewhat flimsy curtains, as well as the cacophony produced by a motley assortment of squawking and buzzing birds and insects.
The early days of the holiday soon settled into a nice routine.
Note – this post was started at stupid o’clock one midsummer’s morn when my creative juices and decision making processes alike were under the twin influences of sleep deprivation (cause:cat) and an awful lot of sheng Pu-erh, so if it comes across as odder than usual, then, well, y’know…