Furthermore... Time for a blog.

Day one of: no phone signal, no WiFi, no blogging, no Facebook, no twitter, no instagram, no texting... Basically no communication with anyone but holiday people with accents. Day one is going well, fine nearly nothing to do. Got a tad bored. Walked along the river, dipped my toes in. I sit ready to blog with a family sized bag of salted popcorn.- I think -... What shall i blog about. Do I blog about the family? Do I blog about my surroundings? Do I blog about being unable to blog?
I ponder...
A nibble of salted popcorn or two, a change of song on my iPod. Maybe I should have brought my laptop with me, to complete and proof my novel for it to be ready for it to be finalised. I am excited, I want to touch the finished binded book, beaut.

I look out the window, the dull sky encases the people, their cars, the other things that make up people lives. I see a couple, standing beside their car, their luggage is neatly organised in the boot if the car as they had just pulled in and arrived. They talk, they communicate but I can't hear them. A short men with a walking stick looks at the woman, his wife. What are they saying? Am j just nosey to be asking myself this? What are the importance's in their lives besides each other?. The green grass scuttles along the road and up the street as they walk side by side to the small bridge. Do their minds work like mine? Do they prioritise?
I am on holiday being in a new place, living in a new way, eating new foods... But i have been on holiday from uni for ages! I feel all I have done is use social networking sites, writing and drawing. Now being my real holiday, I walk around, I eat, I read... Love this type of holiday.

My walk along the river was sweet, the dark heavy clouds above, threatening us with perspiration. The sound of young girls playing together on the field not too far away in the wind, I hear dogs barking and I hear sheep bleating. I dip my toes into the river, the dark brown murky water ripples. I look and see my foot beneath the water line, my skin dyed orange with the river sentiment in the water. Standing on the flood defends wall, replacing my shoe I stand. I look over the land, the fields, the grass. The neat blissful breeze brushing the leaves, swaying the trees. The roots, trees and leaves dancing in time. With the dusky air comes the strong scent of freshly cut grass, travelling my nasal senses- here came a sneeze.

My family sat beside me at the table playing some strategical card game as I blog, dependant on high numbers and luck within the deal... Them laughing which I hear over the familiar  song playing on my iPod.
I suppose i should go do something, where shall I walk this time... Blog soon I'm sure, what else should I be doing... I'm sure this blog will be late in being published also.

Much love x