Various ramblings of a Brit Mum abroad. That time when we pack up our spiky suitcases, all-weather macs, and the kitchen sink; and head off to the UK for the Summer. We usually go once a year, and visit all the rellies and friends on a non-stop whirlwind tour of tea and photo albums.

Not quite HD but trying to keep it PG. Go watch it, now! Or, you know.

We were like points on a map, a map of our dead end road, and at night their place of intersection was somewhere in the middle where the grass met the street pavement. We were clusters of stars forming constellations. We were all stars without knowing it. Discover the Eightfold Path! .