Chosen by beauty to be a handmaiden of the stars, she passes like a silver brush across the lens of a telescope. She brushes the stars, the galaxies and the light-years into the order that we know them. - Richard Brautigan

AH eastbourne! and OH my beautiful friend!

plum tree talks,  mea's morning yoga class, swimming in the bright blue sea (my first swim after off the season!)

hot feet walks, big skies, pasta and wine on the beach...and photos in the balmy evening air, in mea's mama's old yellow sundress. a perfect day.