I have not been very pleasant company of late. I didn’t realise the extent of this until I pushed the limits of my very patient husband’s patience yesterday morning by snapping at him for the umpteenth time. Words were exchanged, doors were slammed and I spent the rest of the morning plotting his demise, until I got into work and found an apology email from him… repenting for something that really wasn’t his fault at all. I felt wretched and spoilt and annoyed with myself. But along with these feelings came my lightbulb moment - the meaning behind my bad mood. I am homesick. Sick to your stomach, want to throw yourself on the ground with flailing arms and legs whilst simultaneously wailing kind of homesick. I’m missing the mountains, the wide-open spaces and the beaches, but mostly the comfort and familiarity of home. So whilst I can’t just hop on a plane and be there tomorrow, I thought I would self-medicate and post some of the images that brought me some comfort (along with a healthy dose of wailing and a humungous glass of wine of course).