The wind chimes clang as the fortnight of showers and blizzards continue. The winter days have introduced dark 3.30’s and chilly mornings. We look over the Avon Valley from our new bedroom window. The flooded plains harbour 23 brilliant swans, and numerous geese. It’s lovely living out in a village. James and I sleep better. Something to do with the true pitch nights glitering with stars and long road away from the continuous hum.
 Sage is celebrating his two front teeth a little sooner then Christmas, he crawls with flare and determination – finding himself unattended for seconds that lead to climbing the stairs. He has reached such an adorable age, and loves cuddles and acting coy. We can’t seem to keep his mind occupied. He masters puzzles, and games – and seems to seek chaos by digging in pot plants and the like. We fall in love with him every day.
 
 
 
 
There is so much going on at the moment. As little projects come to an end, new ones begin. The flat is almost ready to boast it’s new decor, the invites are printed, Christmas wish lists are being written and cards designed. In the back of our minds is the warmth of the Durban beaches, the sticky foreheads and feeling of home. The time for our return is near, and we cant stop thinking about it!