Early Morning Fantasies

I make my home in the most unsuspecting part of the building. The building with so many stairs so I know that my brothers and sisters would never dare venture up. I have been here for years, in the gap beneath the fire place from a time when I wasn't afraid to go because the humans seemed to be blind to our presence. All until one day, one of us didn't cover our tracks and they discovered our being inside their nest. The first I heard of the whole business I fled. I knew they they would be unsuspecting on the upper floors and proceeded to climb for what seemed to be many days. I was separated from everyone I knew: I had chosen exile for the hope of life and I didn't even stop think about the implications of my decision. When I arrived, I spent some time collecting my breath in a room which reminded me of my days outdoors, living in fields and making honest work. Not the criminal act that my family still perform: no wonder we're hated and feared by a large part of the human race. I was sitting there on the ground which bought back memories of when I was young, when one of them came in. It just looked at me, eyes wide with terror and I knew that I was powerless. She ran. Ran away from me whom would never hurt her. I knew that my only chance of the upper floor now was to go into hiding which is when I found the whole under the fireplace. I crawled into the cozy space and waited for my unspoken sentence.
They shut me into the home I made for myself and for a long while, all I had to eat were the occasional dog biscuit dropped into my chimney and the cardboard box which kept me captive but it was to no avail. All there was to do was wait.
I waited a long time but eventually, she found it fit to remove the box which imprisoned me making me free. I had to squint at the light and ran about freely for the rest of the day to celebrate my escape after so long. After everything was silent, I made the return journey down the stairs, and then down again into the basement where the nest was. I smelt only fresh food. No scent of my kind. I scampered around all of the old haunts but found nothing.
I had succeeded. I had kept my own life while all of my family was killed for their crimes. I saw myself for what I was: a coward who would live out the rest of their life alone: without their martyred family because now, I know that if I were to relive my time, I would have stayed and lived out my life as a free mouse.

Cornwall

I came back from Cornwall on Saturday and I truely had an amazing time. Surfed twice a day, every day, jumped off some cliffs and did a lot of sleeping (and waking up in the night because my sister snores like a man). It was so nice to get back on my board again and just be hurtled along by a huge amont of churning energy which you are relying on. Every so often, there would be a lull in the waves and you could just see the people working the waves with such skill that all you wanted to do was just stand there in the water watching them. It almost puts you into a trance as you watch them move across the water. I am in awe of them and one day, I want to be half as good as them: that is my dream.
There was also some amazing sunsets and as the beach we were staying on faced the west, it set over the sea which is one of the most beautiful things that I have experienced. It was truely amazing.

Now that I am back, I am back into the regular swing of things and trying to make the most of the summer days and trying to run away from the idea that summer doesn't last forever.

We didn't really have anything to do during the day on Friday which was the last day we were there so we went to play golf and I did terribly and got into a bit of a mood because of it: I don't like loosing.

This was also taken on the last day. We were walking back up to the house and we had a little game of french cricket which I am also not too good at and resulted in my getting hurt as it usally does. My brother hit my fingers with the bat..

I think it had just stopped raining here and was one of the few bits of sinshine that day and we had gone for a walk to this huge waterfall but as it happened, you had to pay to see it and no one was really bothered so we just walked back to the car.

This is me falling off a cliff. I didn't do it on purpose. I was meant to fling myself out and enter the water flawlessly but I bailed at the last minute and just fell off which was actually quite fun. I did manage to do it properly later which I am very proud of :D

Me surfing far in so that my dad could get a picture :D

Beautiful Sunset over the ocean.

The Writer

You never get to see their faces: only the world that they create but you can tell so much of a person by how they write. Hidden behind an open book where what they write is all people know about the people that they imagine. They aid all the other open minds to dream of another world. They write of the impossible for in their world it is likely. They paint a picture in our minds which we don't even question because we trust them completely; like dreaming someone else's dreams. But it must be hard for those people who are so used to writing the stories of so many, to let people write their own stories as they walk the path of life, making their mistakes as they go.

''Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?''- Ellie Goulding

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

Three more days to live through untill I can get back on my board and just spend hours on end on the open ocean without a care in the world. Going for long walks on the sand as the sun sets. The beauty makes everything in the world that bit smaller and makes everything align a little better. Everything seems clearer out there. Forgetting all the small things that you worry about back home which, when you think, don't actually matter at all.

[photo from tumblr:reblogged by eastcoastaussie]

London

You know those days when everything goes right? And even if it doesn't, it works its self out and makes everything that bit better because what could of turned out to be a disaster was actually a great mistake to make. It's strange to think of a mistake as being good but, today, every mistake we made was good in its own way and will be remembered for years to come.
I don't know what it is about traveling but it just makes me feel alive. Like anything could happen because everyone around you doesn't know you and will almost definately never see you again and even if they do, won't remember your face. It's quite a nice feeling: like being invisible and forgotton in a place which swallows you up in it's activity.
We got the train from our little seaside town to London Victoria at a ridiculous hour in the morning but it meant we really did have the whole day in our native capital city. I really like the word native. It's sort of like naieve but means the complete opposite but at the same time, although it is in the country that we legally belong to, most foregners know more about it than I do. I'm getting distracted. We arrived at London Victoria station and it didn't feel real. It's sort of the feeling of when you go on a plane for the first time and everyone around you has done it a million times so the excitement has worn off. When I'm in that situation and see someone enjoy someting like I used to and it makes me see how amazing it actually is. From the South coats to London in 90 minutes. Being able to be above the clouds. When you think about it, it's amazing but it's things that we've come to expect. That's why I didn't feel stupid when me and my sister took hundreds of pictures out of the plane window and just generally making a big deal about everything. I love being naieve sometimes. Right back to the London trip. We decided to walk everywhere because we'd  come to see London and there'd be no point in spending a lot of our time in London underground in place of seeing how beautiful the city actually is. That's another thing about travelling: you never really get familiar enough with a place that you get bored of it which is where the feeling of leaving a part of you behind comes from. Wherever you go, a little peice of your heart does to. With the sights you see, the people you meet and the stories you fall in love with. I fell in love today. Not particulaly with the buildings although they were amazing, but with the fact that it made me happy and the people I met and the people I spoke to really seemed to have time to talk which I never really expected, especially in London. We saw the London Eye, Big Ben, The River Thames, Trafalga Square, Covent Gardens and a lot more of the amazing places that London is most famous for. I feel like a bit of a cheat going to the tourist areas, but I justify it with, it's my first of many trips to London and I will have polenty of time to do some of the other things this amazing city has on offer.
I really am babbling today I am so sorry. I will tell you about Covent Gardens. We got there and we'd just spent an hour and a half waiting for David Tennant.. Don't ask. It was lunch time so everyone was tired and starting to get hungry which I knew would happen and was dreading it when it did but it didn't last long which was a releif for me because I was just as excited the whole way through our trip as I was when we first arrived. We only really went in two proper shops which I don't regret at all. I actually regret going in so many: Lush and Octupus or something like that. It sells kitchin utensils with faces on them (that's the one I wasn't bothered about) but I fell in love with the Lush there! Most of the shop is downstairs in the cellar and it just reminded me a bit of my kitchin and then a bit of a cheese storage.. which is a strange thing of a cellar to remind someone of but there you are. I loved it. For the rest of our stay in this lovely little place we went to the little market and as it was saturday, arts and crafts were for sale and I got some little goodies there. I won't go into any more detail on anything because this post is getting really long.

I'll round of by saying, I loved my time in London and willd definately be going there again at some point in the near future and the far future too and if you haven't been there, go. I wasn't really expecting to like it because I'm a complete beach freak and I feel homesick when I'm not by the sea sometimes but the aliveness of london sort of made up for that fact. Thankyou London for being so amazing for all of the people that you gave me the opputunity to meet!

We were so excited to see the London eye it must have been quite entertaining for any stranged walking past us. But we finally got a picture with it which is harder than it looks because of the amount of people!

We wanted a picture by the Sherlock Holms Pub which we found. It is the building in the background above my head and to the right a bit (the black building) but as you can tell it didn't really come out too well. Oh well we know what it's of ;)

The sun was amazing all day for us and I thought this was pretty.

I have always wanted to see the Thames river. Not because it's anything special to look at but it's just so open and free which is such a contrast to the middle of a city.

This was the first building we took a picture with. I love being young xD

Johnny Depp :O (lookalike)