Staring At The Sky

This is taken from an assortment of other journals.





Wot I Did In 2007

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And lo! I have returned from Devon.

As may be obvious, I appear to be writing in a new LJ. I'm not yet sure whether it will take. I'm in one of my odd moods where I feel as if my LJ has ceased to become personal, just due to the number of people reading it - including people I don't know at all.

So I've sidled over here, and will type here, in a place where only people I've actually told about this place will read it. I don't know if I'll stay here, or if I'll shift back. But right now I'm using this LJ for talking about me, and my life and what is happening in my head.

Devon was wonderful. I don't know how to fit it in one entry. Hopefully I'll write a longer piece later, but for the moment I've just written the bullet point highlights.

• The 'semi character house' we drove past every day when we went into Teignmouth. I always felt so sorry for that poor house. Why it only had part of a character, I don't know!



• The huge and glorious bath/jacuzzi that pierot and I had in our bathroom. I will never forget the wondrousness of getting in the bath, pouring the bubble bath in and then turning on the jacuzzi. I was lost in bubbles! All jez could see was my face, peeking out from a wall of foam.



• The lovely drive from Teignmouth, across the bridge to Shaldon, with all the little boats floating in the estuary. It was just so scenic.



• The sea. It was just lovely being so close to the sea - waking up every morning to see the ocean battering itself against the cliff tops



• The swimming pool. I will particularly remember my angry ranty swim, where I decided to swim lengths, while occasionally pausing to try and drown unifex for crimes related to role playing.



• Dawlish, and the fantastic bleak beach, with the waves battering against the shore. It was cold and savage and lovely.

More later, but that's what's floating through my mind right now. We came home via Porthcawl, Cardiff and Lambourn. I need a more restful way to spend Christmas, I swear!

So, why change livejournals?

Am I changing livejournals?

I'm not entirely sure. I think I'm at least looking for somewhere new, somewhere where I feel I'm not talking to this odd reflection of an old life - a collection of cam friends, people I don't know very well, a world I don't really feel a part of any more.

Just pondersome tonight. I'll try and write more in the morning.