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Slow pace at the beach.

I’m sat here in my parents’ cottage only a 12 minute drive from my home. It’s white, built literally on the beach (although not on sand), and beautiful. I’m sat inside listening to the webstream with the sound of waves crashing on the rock in the background, writing emails, and looking out at the view of the sea. It’s so peaceful. (The photos are of my view here I'm sat).


I got back to Norway on Friday evening. It’s strange how even if I only had one short flight to get home, it still felt like I’d been travelling for days (well, I guess that’s exaggerating a little bit, hours and hours...) probably coz I usually have had a long journey behind me when I reach Amsterdam airport.

It was lovely to get home again. The rest of my last week in Amsterdam was really lovely and had a much nicer pace, although I did manage to keep busy. I spent time in the Tabernacle of the Nations (the prayer room), had coffee and meals with friends, and enjoyed the city. It was a good week.

Coming home it’s always a joy to see family again. Even if I was only away for 7 weeks, my nieces and nephew have grown and just keep getting sweeter and sweeter. And I keep coming back to the beach. On Sunday my mum and I went for a walk on the beach, and yesterday I came here with my brother and his two children and we had hotdogs and played in the sand. It was a tad cold though... and it’s cold today too. I’ve put the heater on next to me where I’m sat writing at the dining table, but my fingers still feel very cold. Typing doesn’t seem to work to warm them up either.

Life is at a slow pace right now. It’ll speed up soon enough when I step into the next on the my journey. But for now I’m just going to savour this pace I’m at, watching the majestic sea and listening to the waves.

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