Home again.

I told Richard - I love being away, and then I love coming home. And so it is now. Home again, after our holiday. Tired (I need another holiday!) but so pleased that we did the things we did. We ate new food, saw new places, walked through a forest of bare trees which was coated in glistening white snow, and lay on a bench beneath a blazing blue sky. We drove, navigated and sang to Fleetwood Mac and James Taylor. We stood in freezing Time Square, hugging each other for warmth, counting in 2010 together. Not bad at all.

Where to next, I wonder?