Wednesday, 16 May 2012
(Day 167) Raised by a village
Today was but food for my daydreams again
If you are not yet familiar with my fantasies of checking-out of city living and moving to a remote island, raising hippy, free-range children and generally spending most of my days doing exactly this, then this is my ultimate dream
Long hours spent at the beach, just.doing.nothing
Well, not nothing technically - the boutique version of nothing.
Laying in the sun
Exploring rocks and crabs and all of the wonderful things that live in hidden places near beaches
Watching grown children run and squeal and follow peculiar-looking blue crabs over boulders that lead to the sea. Running free range and raised by a village.
The soundtrack to this dream sounds a little bit like this
It is funny the dreams that children bring along with them when they enter this world...