I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailors
That stood between the decks,
Were four-and-twenty white mice
With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck,
With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move,
The captain said, "Quack! Quack!"

Yesterday we sat at the curved window & watched the ships & fishermen bob up & down on the sea.  The sound of our evenings have been the gentle sound of crashing waves.  

I love the coast & small village but my dear I have missed the city.  I like being able to pay on card & being able to grab a coffee from a coffee shop at 6am. 

So last night when I finally dragged my arse into my own bed for the first time in a week, I opened the windows & just listened.  I listened to the people chatting, the clicking of heels, the laughter, the arguments, the taxis & the take away delivery men.  This is my sound this is where I belong.  City living.  With the occasional costly break of course.