So here I am on the other side of the world and I haven't fallen off, the plane didn't crash and my darling Gail is still just the same only even better. She has sent me in here to write this in case my 'loyal' readers think I have been kidnapped. I tried to explain that for many of you it might be a measure of relief not to have to put up with the blog from hell but no - she seemed to think it needed to be written so here I am.
New medication is working well: I didn't even have a conniption (all queries on that word to Peter Piggot please) when we took off, slept for most of the journey and had plenty of room for my legs. This bit of
Canada is lovely, vast open spaces and those endless skies that I so love. We drove today through Beaver Valley and along one side of the Niagara Escarpment to a bay on the end of
Lake Huron, Georgian Bay. Quaint towns followed on from one another and then Gail took me to where she summered as a child on the lake front. It felt a little like going back in time as we stood on the longest strand of freshwater beach in the world.
I do so love to travel that I begin to think the depression came about as result of staying too long in the same place - even with the homeless bit I remained in a very small geographic location. My soul feels unburdened and even when the grey looms (and sadly, it still does) the sheer momentum of travel pushes it back and away.
So, I am better than fine - have travelled hopefully and arrived joyously and the hug at the airport was every bit as great as expected. More in couple of days but for now xxxx
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