post-holiday; almost post-London

Back again, briefly. 

The highlight of my husband's stay in Dubrovnik?  Witnessing pigeon necrophilia.  Honestly, sometimes I wonder about him.  OK, to be fair he said it wasn't the highlight, simply the funniest thing he saw while we were there.  I would have put my money on the enormous man in a thong, but you know, whatever floats your boat. 

My personal Dubrovnik highlight?  Wandering out to the Old Town at dusk, bare armed, bare legged, salty lipped.  Sipping on a light white wine, shoes slipped off and old, shiny paving stones underfoot.  Dubrovnik was lovely; in the mornings crowded with cruise ship visitors but hot and perfect in the mid-afternoon. 

DUBROVNIK FROM THE CITY WALLS

Croatia was simply beautiful everywhere.  Stunning vistas of craggy mountains jutting straight up out of the Adriatic, studded with green and grey islands. 

After a day of terrible sea-sickness (compounded for several of the crew by a serious gin hangover), we settled into a wonderful rhythym of swim, sail, sun, sip, repeat ad nauseum.  Our six travelling companions and our skipper were wonderful, low key company. Crude jokes, midnight skinny dipping, dolphin diving and spotting a whale in the Adriatic. 

BOSNIA, EVENING

I even managed to achieve something of a tan (which will vanish, within days.  It is 12 degrees and raining back here in London). 

THE ELUSIVE P MAKES AN APPEARANCE ON THE BLOG.  HOBBIT FEETS AND ALL.

Returning home in the rain was bittersweet.  I walked in the door of the flat to find it shiny and clean; homely.  I slipped into bed, nestling into the pillows and recalling how very happy I've been living here.  That chapter is about to end.  Eight working days of employment to go - a fact which makes my heart sing.  Less than two weeks left in the flat; 15 left in London - my heart shrivels a little.