"Wake up in a village by the waves
Warm couloirs in the air, they wrap around my face
And the person you know me to be before I went away
Is far from anything you know I've come to be this day
And now that I've had a taste of it
I'm not sure I could live the city life that left me for dead.
Coming down the mountain I saw a different side of me
Every little stress inside my head is long left at sea
If it were as simple as the sand between my toes
I'm not sure that I'd be coming home"
Jenny Biddle from "Chest of Drawers"
Nothing I need to add. Packing the car and coming home in anticipation of our big adventure. For some, as boring as that which the bat don't need by in four weeks we'll be in Paris.