Pendragon and I have just returned from our wonderful two week holiday in the Sunny Isles.We had a fantastic time,seeing the sights,smelling the breeze and letting the cares of faery life drift away on the tide.The sea was beautiful sometimes,formidable the next. We ventured out in a white yacht to visit a nearby cove. Dolphins kissed the sides of the boat,jumping and diving in time with the movement of the yacht.We always feel in tune with the sea,in fact,water of any kind.All our digitally mastered photographs find us looking windswept but smiling. Messing about on boats is second nature to Pendragon. He once was a lieutenant commander in the Faery Submarine Corps.Whenever we board a faery craft,be it ferry or liner,he always assumes an air of command.It is reassuring to know that if the ship went down under some other pixie's command, Pendragon could always take the helm and rescue me in the wink of a barnacle's bottom. He exudes an air of calm at the best of times,and when I am feeling at my faery wit's end ,that can be quite a blessing.The sun shone down on us for two fun filled weeks,as we explored the Sunny Isles.We learned a lot about the history of the people,and how their lives are lived.We ate their food,danced their dances, andd smiled their smiles. We will return, as we like the pace of their lifestyle. It is always so restful.Pendragon and I were blissfully happy,we so enjoy our holidays.We climbed hills and mountains in our faery chariot, lay out on our sunbeds reading our chosen novels,and took the cable car to the highest point of the Isles. We strolled round art galleries,saw beautiful gardens, with many fine toadstools built into the hills. Our room in the Holiday Toadstool was magnificently decorated in mahogany and deep red.with a balcony facing out onto the sea.We shall miss the quiet life as life returns to normal here in the fifth toadstool from the left in Dingley Dell. I am trying to decide what my new career will be now that my days as a teacher in Dingley Dell Academy are at an end. I am torn between setting up a small business sewing and selling clothes for little faery folk, writing faery tales for the same wee folk, painting pictures of faery landscapes and faery life, or maybe doing something else I haven't yet considered. A big decision - whatever it will be must carry some excitement. Every day should be a Camel ride .So life is strange at the moment. I am now in charge of my own time. Some days are full and buzzing, while on others I seem to finish with little done but much thinking achieved.It is the first time in a long time that I have felt so free, and that can be slightly unnerving.Pendragon is the soul of patience at these times.
There is no sign of anyone new coming to the toadstool next door. The strange gnome who was living there has flown to the next town ,to do what - we never found out. He warrants a discussion, so more of him tomorrow. Tonight I need to make Pendragon's favourite hazelnut cup, with a peppermint tisane for myself, before it is light's out, and a snuggle down in the large acorn bed. Sweet dreams to all,from the Rainbow Faery.