A year has passed by

And it is not that I haven't noticed. 

The little lambs are all out in the field across the road. 

Little wobbly legs, blue painted numbers on their sides to match their mamas. 

This year has been full of wonderful changes. 

A whole lot of growth. 

Nonetheless, it just doesn't seem possible that we are doing this again.

This house moving lark. Those are the boxes of last April.

And these are today's.

(Stop laughing! I am completely capable of packing a box properly... I have simply lost my ability to care. Did I just write that?) 

So, we are moving again. As if the last time wasn't traumatic enough. Though my handsome helper is not going to be here, so perhaps there was enough trauma to ensure he is sensible enough to steer clear.

(This guy says he's driving us there, and there will be tears if I try to put his car in a big bad box.)

So, when's this move taking place?

4 days, just 4 more days.

Before the hatchlings and I, not forgetting our furred and feather family members, (whom are not insignificant in their numbers), pick up and adventure off to explore a whole new island. 

New beaches to explore, a garden to work on, and lots of hatchling requests for new projects, specifically of the animal variety.

Hatchling no1's friend brought us some of her goose eggs and her family's fresh honey. A lovely yummy gift.

Hatchling no4 spotted the goose eggs and declared, 'I am going to eat d'at one. Put the others in the incubator, and when my dinos hatch then I can have 'normous eggs for breakfast everyday!'

I hope he won't be too disappointed, when they hatch out as goslings. Perhaps, he could name then Pterodactyl and the like.

The hatchlings have already signed up for new groups and activities, and are plotting their summer.

The girls have made a few good friends and there are many plans to make the most of the inter - island ferries for sleepovers and back garden camp outs.

I can't wait for this to be over, but much like last year, it is all about keeping perspective. So much is waiting for us just over the horizon, and there is plenty of happiness to be found in the now. 

Perhaps, there is just enough time for one last play on our favourite beach.

Before we bid a fond farewell, to our wind turbine laden island. 

Thank you for a wonderful year.

No doubt, we'll visit you again,

but these boots were made for exploring. 

A new adventure is calling on the wind.

(I may have limited internet for about a week from next Wednesday, so if there isn't a post for a bit, we'll be back, and hopefully more regular as per last year.)