Head in the sand

We spent the last four days down at Wilson’s Prom with friends and food and babies, the mountains, the forest and the sea. We had no TV and I didn’t look at the paper the whole time we were there. Even though there was a spider bigger than a man’s hand hanging in the rafters and hot, hot sleepless nights and mosquitoes singing in our ears I wish I was back there far away from the real world and all the heaviness that brings.