t’s been exactly a full week since we left Lincolnshire. I hadn’t realised how heavy the place had felt. 

I guess when you end up somewhere you never wished to, no matter how hard you try to settle and make your place there, it never feels like home.  

Oh the beauty in slowing down. Being witness and honouring the mundane, everyday stuff; it's what keeps me grounded.

I write this to bird song this morning. A symphony chorus that's grown louder each day as Spring evolves. It's been the sound track to a very slow month for us.