i sat on a bench behind the town hall on an evening when the sun sets late and the 8pm sky, with just a touch of pink, can be nothing but melancholy.
my eyes were still those of a traveller and i saw scarborough's calm, rippling sea, with the calm patches towards the harbour, the cliffs jutting out as fingers veering south to filey and flamborough, and the whirling, whorling seagulls tiny but significant against the sky. it was as beautiful as anything i had seen in 9 months, 17 countries and any number of stunning sunsets and sunrises.
and today i swam in the sea PROPERLY, not just the experimental diving and jumping against menacing, foamed north sea waves of yesterday.
so i am home, and it feels, well, pretty good, if a bit nervy if i look a bit deeply into myself.
i have plans, mostly a day to day plan, when i go back to london in september. one that involves lots of practicing, cooking of stews and (new one) getting the rapidly increasing homeless population interested in squatting.
but this post is a short one, just to say really
this is not goodbye
thank you to all the truly amazing people i have met on my way and who may or may not be reading this blog. i have learnt so much and been under the spell of so many kind and wise souls and i can only express gratitude.
this is not goodbye because, well, i am just a child and my journey is still in it's infancy... well maybe it's adolescence, and i hope to fill this blog with more and better in the future.
but for now i am going to stop writing for a bit, because what is going to be on my mind in the next months isn't necessarily going to be very interesting for the casual reader. however, i do intend to write this and that, so if you want to me to indulge myself and send you some different things (maybe some stories) then you can email me at clarinetmoves a t gmail dot com
or check back here in a year or two :)