Life after travels

Return to real life hit hard with a frosty afterbite. I spent my first week shivering in sub zero temperature. Brrr. Its amazing how easy it is to get back into a routine, far easier than than I found it to break out of it but then I’ve had more practice at routine.

I’d never really paid much atention to the English winter, other than complain, but returning from Australian summer made me realise how different the seasons can be. Its not just the cold or the short days but mainly the relative lack of light during the day that made the first week feel heavy.

Bar the obvious thing like the beach and the sea I’m really missing the journey. Getting up in the morning and defining the course of the day is so liberating. I’m also missing people packing my shopping for me in the supermarket; in England we just don’t get the service.

Its not all doom and gloom though. Going running and rowing in the crisp winter countryside is something I can imaging missing as much as I miss the Sun now.