Last August, with my health rapidly breaking down, I bit the
bullet and after a number of years of looking after my husband
of 54 years standing, had to put him into a nursing home.
Now, I visit when I can but it is a 150 km round trip and the
drive does exhaust me.
A dear friend flew down from Queensland to see him.
Luckily he was still recognised.
In the afternoon I took our friend to the airport and since it is
not far from the sea, I finally got to smell the fresh sea air that I
had missed for a whole year.
Just the colour was enough to lift my spirits.
Even though a service vehicle had driven up and down a few
times, my little dog and I enjoyed the walk.
Hardly a sole on the beach apart from us.
The view from West Beach down the coast
towards Glenelg and Brighton.
Enjoy your world while you still have a place in it or recognise that you have one.
