After four weeks in Zhuhai the things that I miss are simple: a good English cooked breakfast, loose leaf earl grey, walking in the peaks with my friends, access to my friends, crisp autumn leaves, the dawn chorus, the sound of the wind blowing in the trees, the colour of the red November sky, changing seasons, hanging out with Patti in pyjamas well into the day ( me nagging), my garden, light beams, - access to places like café 9, the quick walking paths I know in Sheffield between the allotments and so on. AND, I’ve realised now more and more that I miss my books and access to words that inspire. I’ve given away all the books that I brought to China, except one. We had too many and they were heavy. I read 2
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