
Leftovers #199
It takes time to readjust to a place.
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It takes time to readjust to a place.

Canada always feels like home and I feel adamant that I’ll spend the rest of my life bouncing between the Cornish coast and the Canadian lakes.

It’s almost as soon as I arrive into Canada, I turn into a potato.

A little late thanks to a 24 hour power outage

In about eight hours, I’ll land at Calgary airport, where I’m likely to burst into tears upon meeting my new godson.

The Cornish heatwave continues, which means browner bellies and salty hair and the most amount of books I’ve read in a week.

Your bbq wants this

A short one

A slightly delayed one thanks to an impromptu day yesterday – lunch outside in the garden (smoked tuna niçoise and a bottle of albariñho), two hours of swimming and sunbathing and plotting at Battery Rocks, frozen margs and Modelos at 45, then a quick cycle to Argoe for orange wine and the most perfect flan.

Inevitably Marseille-coded