After a seriously grueling Sunday morning spent on the phone with some majorly annoying clients of mine I took a 40 minute walk through the most picturesque part of the village. Mastic Beach is a very pretty place and I could imagine myself living here. A little dollhouse with a porch by the bay, peace and quiet, inspiration to write, a little dog, my little cat...
It reminded me of the long walks I used to take in Manton, walking Mick and Rosie's two dogs when I was 16. Down the Old Road, past the cemetery where my grandad is buried and where my father's ashes lay, out to Rutland Water and back up through the village where I was born and lived the first 8 years of my life.
I've lived in towns and cities more than I have lived in villages, but I will always be a village girl. I miss the life, the community, the quiet and the memories. I always remember wild weather and happy summers.
And here's a trip down memory lane... The Janitors and my dad in the back with the dark glasses on. Mid-80's. <3