Otter Paddle.

The 20th of November: Hamlet's first day at the beach.



It was 24 degrees and Nick, Hamlet and I headed to the Dog beach in Brighton. Hamlet was overwhelmed by all the new experiences, smells and placement. We took him a on the walk to the sand he was bombarded by all the people and dogs that passed on the way. When we got there, he was a little skeptical, slinking back whenever he got the chance. By within half an hour, he managed to slut his way onto many laps and into counted teenage girls arms. As well joining in the chase of dogs around the beach. His poor little legs didn't get him too far in the race, but he did the absolute best he could.



Eventually we got him into the water. And he didn't like it. And all he get was his paws wet. Soon we managed to get him to swim. He looked like an otter through the water, he was so small and when got out he looked like a drowned rat. Poor thing, he looks nothing like a dog when he's wet. And so managing to venture to the first lap he saw for comfort. Haha.





It was time to leave, we had all the 'he's gorgeous, how is old he? 'and 'what type of dog is he?' we could handle. We headed back home. Fish and chips for dinner as stereotyped. It was a long and relaxing day. We loved it!

A Long Time Forgotten

I have realised that I haven't written in a while and figured I would give it my best to write again.
I am finding the world is full of unexpected surprises. There's feelings you develop and thoughts you process that you realise you haven't discovered before. I guess that's a part of growing up in a sense. I am sometimes frightened of how things can suddenly jump out at you and how you feel you've ran into a giant reality-bricked wall. There's a lot I am slowly trying to understand. And a lot I am learning to be mature about. Life is like a carousel. It goes round and round until you get dizzy and want to get off and try something new. And it's okay to do so, it's alright to try new prospects and experience things that are at some points increasingly challenging.

What I am getting at is that as I grow older, I decide I want more things. Nothing materialistic, that's never been a characteristic of mine. It's mostly emotional. Like discovering a side of you that you didn't know exsisted and never thought could ever surface. I am finding the mirror reflects different faces everytime I glance into it; it shows a different me - a more attractive, intelligent, exciting personality. An individual that's not so afraid anymore.

There's also new additions to my life. Both unexpected and joyful. For instance, my four boys: Nick, Zepplin, Hamlet & Diego. All of which overwhelm me. I am finding nothing fulfils me more than the experiences I have with them. They're my family.

I guess I am having some sort of revelation, an epiphany of you will. I am realising that there are things I want in life. And that is something that has eluded me for quite some time. I am not trapped in a bubble anymore. I know what I want to be and who I want to be with and where I want to go. I have made a decision; for once in my life, I am certain.