Window To The World

Nigel has said that when he and Alice get back to their caravan, they can't help but be drawn to the window to embrace the view, which they say continually changes throughout the day.

They've been witness to all manner of late November weather, having seen the sky change from bright blue, with and without clouds, into white and then to a very murky and to be honest, a quite depressing, dismal grey, amidst light drizzle and heavy rain.

They've seen distant lands across the bay, only for them to disappear a few minutes later under a cloud of evocative, sea faring mist.......

....... the tide come in and out, revealing little islands for the birds to look for tasty, molluscy morsels to eat and fishing boats sail out, to bob up and down, hopeful of a full net of fish .....

...... and they have looked out and sighed at some very beautiful and romantic sunsets through the nearby pine trees and across the bay

They've told us that at times, it's been quite emotional, as they've sat drinking it all in, while sipping their hot chocolate and dunking a cheeky malted milk biscuit or two, especially while watching said sunsets ......

....... with Alice voicing, on the very cusp of December, the most wonderful and final month of the year, what it would be like to be by the sea at Christmas ....... another, so I gather, long felt want of the ever fragrant one.