Thursday, 7 March 2013

On... Antigua

We’re almost at the end of a lil two-week break in Antigua. I wasn’t going to say too much about it because firstly, we weren’t totally sure we’d be able to go because of worky stuff, and secondly, who the heck wants to hear about someone else’s blissful sunshiney beachtime if you’re not there with them? I don't. I suffer from severe vacation envy. (I know. I'm really not very emotionally mature.)

But then Fox and Errol and I were on the beach at dusk the other night, and it was so beautiful I wanted to share it with you guys.

Dance and point
last photo
We point, and dance, and stare, and swim, then point and dance and stare some more... And then he naps and we read. Best book of the holiday so far: The Paris Wife by Paula McLean. Best read in tandem with A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway. Beautiful and heartbreaking. 
Fox Errol Antigua
PS Fox and Errol.
PPS This is my last post on blogger, so please oh do please visit from now on. xx

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