I find Skye, flushed and elated at the top of the stairs.
'Mum', she announces, 'I've tidied my boudoir.'
Of course I know without asking, that no broom, mop or polish has found its way to those rooms.
That child has been moving her things around again!
In fact, Skye is so delighted with the results that she has taken some photo's!
Frames from Cape to Cairo;
Assorted paper mache roses;
Old paintings by Skye, sewn together with ribbon and thread;
Tiny bits of her travelling tales;
Little pieces of beauty made or found...
It's late at night and the family cluster together in little constellations of familial connections.
There's no place on earth I'd rather be...