March flew.
But during April I experienced some sort of time-travel. Just what did happen to the days? Our holiday here, in a wind pump on the Norfolk Broads seems a light year away.
Did I just imagine that we stayed in this magical place, where owls and herons were a common sight? And the watery world we lived in was a dream?
Easter seems to have vanished into thin air too. Eggs long scoffed,
our Easter breakfast outside in the garden a distant memory.
Wedding celebrations, BigBean's 40th, lazy long weekends and school holidays are all over.
I'm quite sad about getting back to normal.
But we've only got four weeks til half term.
