A few weeks on from the Clan affair and I have found myself relocating once again. Ever indulgent and with a slight regressive tendency, I decided to allow myself one last summer of idyllic seclusion on the Isle of Islay.
Nothing has changed. The sun is still beating down, the ponies impeccable and the French's company first class!
I'm trying to use this time productively, beginning my quest of self-betterment that I have been in sore need of since Sydney where I spent far too much time staring at a computer screen and attempting to eat myself into a better state of mind. Dealing with 25 ponies, all with the strength of a medium-sized tractor, takes care of the fitness issue, and I've been facilitating my spare time to get back into drawing, doing lots of writing and attempting to read all the books I've been intending on reading for months. No I'm NOT talking about 50 Shades of Grey.
As it's my day off, I'm currently lying on a hillside on a bed of daisies and dandelions, being eyed suspiciously by the mammoth bull Prince whose field this is. The sea is silvery, blending seamlessly with the dimmed shades of blue sky. Ireland is out of sight today, only visible on those crystal clear days where all the hues of the sea are powerful topazes and turquoises. I'm in Arcadia!
The only negative note to all this is that it has to end and I have to find my next job for September in London. With this in mind I'm erroneously attempting to shift my mental state from wildly content and whimsical to that of a contestant on 'The Apprentice.' Can I be a real prat and quote a poem by Herman Hesse? Only because it really is relevant... I promise.
"Often I tried the frightening way of "reality,"
Where things that count are profession, law, fashion, finance,
But disillusioned and freed I fled away alone
To the other side, the place of dreams and blessed folly."
That about says it all.
Sounds like a dream! We miss you a lot you old larrikin! have fun.
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