New Horizons...

Most days I’m at my happiest swimming to distant shores - I may not be particularly fast, and my technique might be remarkably average, but I keep swimming away, bobbing up and down with the waves, slowly getting closer to that magical land in the distance. But then there are days, like yesterday, when I question why I’m doing all of this swimming when I could be lying on a beach somewhere with a drink in my hand.

The feeling passes soon enough (I would be SO bored on that beach) and I get back to my swimming…

…but I do sometimes wonder if I should look into getting myself a boat.