Back in the UK

It's never fun getting home after a long flight, having to navigate customs, bag collection and then public transport, but it's all a blur. We're exhausted and no idea which day it is and what time. I'm certainly grateful for one things. The pavement. I cannot explain how wonderful it was to walk around without stumbling on rock. I've had enough rocky roads and rocky paths perhaps to last a lifetime.

But that's behind us. All the exhaustion will pass and I know soon the memories will swell. What a trip that was. What a country Namibia is. And oddly enough I feel less injured than I did before we left (when I had multiple back and shoulder problems). I would also swear my skin has never felt so good despite the blast of sand every day and the dry air.

Arriving home I see a newly painted front door and for a moment think I've got the wrong address. What a lovely surprise. It's nice not to feel you're returning to the same old same old. Thanks for reading this far! Unless you skipped to the end.