And how apt, I have made my return on Anzac Day, a day that resonates quite strongly with me. It's a day when we remember those who have fallen and those who have left our shores to take up posts overseas. I get teary every. Single. Year. Just can't help myself. As I listen to the services my mind wonders off to battle fields long since overgrown. I try to imagine what the men and women of our armed services went through, and I feel overwhelmed with emotion.
Lest We Forget
I apologise for the incredibly dis-jointed nature of this post, guess it's not like riding a bike after all. Really I just wanted to swing by and say I'm still here and I will be back. And since you are here, I wanted to say thank-you for being so patient and waiting around for me to get my act together.
And in another completely unrelated matter, here is a collection of treasures that I stumbled upon at one of our small mountain book shops last weekend and was simply unable to resist. Made me think of a certain well known blogger who has had a soft spot for the Moomin Family for as long as I can remember. Horray for unexpected finds at little book shops I say.
