Take me back where I hear water flowing. Where I see butterflies to-ing, fro-ing. And please don’t tell me anything. I’d rather fall into your surprises.
And I answered:
Then let me pack my favourite Fortnum & Mason picnic bag with a few surprises, and let’s slip away to my secret bay, just around the corner.
In the midst of page breaks while producing annual reports and writing documents for notices of general meetings, I raise my eyes from the screen and move away from the keyboard. Looking out the office window, I observe the sun's light dancing and almost sense a breeze from the sea at the end of the street. I tell myself, "Hurry, boy, it's waiting for you outside - my kettlebells for the lunch break."
