24th September 2017
Walking along the water edge with my bare feet is heaven. My legs are still whiter than a frozen chicken, and I don’t care that they frighten the locals. This is maybe, one of the last hot days left before the temperature drops thirty degrees, and I have to start wearing long sleeves. The boats were also out in force spluttering from Macatawa into the big lake, then throttling up and disappearing in a cloud of spray.
Life for me is amazing, I never know what day it is, I don’t wear a watch, I forget to shave, and I’m letting my hair grow, when I return to the UK I will look like Robinson Crusoe, the passport people will take one look at me and say, “Welcome to 1975”.
I have the same desire to get started on a project that I did in the early days at HM.
It is hard for me to take time off, usually a glass of wine (or two) distracts me.
I often pass the Design Yard, and all the cars in car park and remembering all the fun times I’ve had there, but that was a long time ago, in a different lifetime.





























