Looking ahead

I feel like the trees have been cleared and I can see for miles, metaphorically that is. I think the last few weeks have been a time for making some, possibly overdue, decisions about what the flipping heck we are going to do.

It's clear that while I have grown fond of Preston, it's just too lacking in many ways to want to make it my home for any longer than is absolutely necessary. And besides green hills and fresh air is just too alluring to not want a piece of it right now!

The park is a solace and a comfort from the grey city skies but it's not enough...

I want Isaac to grow up around trees and hills and streams and mud and rocks and cows and sheep. I can't help it, that's where I grew up and the allure is strong. And I want to watch Winston charging around the fields and dales, as he does, in sheer excitement and pleasure, not on a tarmac path passed dog-fearing foreigners.

This is what I'm talking about: