On this tropical night here in München, the sky is just giving up the last of its light and the streets under my window a cacophony of cars trying to park close to the ice cream parlour on the corner, the legendary Sarcletti.
Which is a real asset to have near, despite traffic chaos and never anywhere to park, because you can get ice cream and cake until midnight. If you need to.
I don't often need it,but it's good to know it's there.
On an evening like this I feel a sort of tug, like I should be somewhere wonderful. Like in Cornwall, where my sister and my niece are! I haven't been in Cornwall since I moved back to Germany, I miss it.
Or in Scotland - where I hope I will be in September.
Somehow, the place I long for is always the sea.
When I lie awake at night and hypnotise myself back to sleep, I always think of deep blue water.
And now I live by the "blue remembered hills" or - mountains - of my childhood..