The joy of summer

I absolutely love summer and in particular the part of summer where the days are at their longest and the nights, their shortest.

I married in June, on 23rd. The closest Saturday to midsummer. I even tolerated night duty when it fell in the summer. It was amazing looking out on the streets of London and into the sky that never properly darkened. For many years, I only holidayed in June. Everything everywhere remains fresh, even those places that by August are sunbaked and dry. Of course, England often offers a different kind of June midsummer. But even in the rain, there is the wonder of beautiful flowers, green fields and always a long day to behold.

These days, summer holds a whole new meaning for me. It is about stripping off the clothes (more now than before perhaps) and so being more available. Also it is about feeling more like having sex, not just in the morning but other times in the day. When I was working, summer offered up the chance of a week or two away and an opportunity for afternoon sex. Even last year that was the case.

Now, we can have sex anytime, but for some reason, summer has brought with it new opportunities. Yesterday morning, we set the alarm for an early flight. I was awake long before necessary and suddenly, as the sun rose around 5am Master and I were having the most amazing sex. Summer this year has also provided an opportunity for a resurgence of our M/s dynamic. A time to be alone without outside interference and to reflect on what we want from our relationship.

We travel a lot, but for some reason, summer has provided us with the opportunity and the means to actually put our thoughts and desires into action.

Of course not everything about summer, and even in the sun is good. Here think sunburn and mosquito bite, also hot nights where you can’t sleep and any idea of sex would be just too steamy.

But give me summer over any other time of the year. You can keep the cold of winter, the flowers of spring and the leaves of autumn. I’d go for the long days, hot nights and fun of summer any day. If I were getting married again, I would still choose the romance of the middle of June. Always and forever.

Summer holidays give us the chance to sit around (semi) naked. Master took advantage of that today!

Retreat

There is usually one month (at least) each year when my blogging mojo runs out of steam. Usually this coincides with a planned holiday. It is not unusual while away to have poor wifi and long days out and about enjoying the sights of the area. Also, unless this was to become a travel blog, there is little to write about.

This year, since I am not working, I thought it would be different. Except that the first few months of the year were pretty frantic for blog posts. Ideas came in thick and fast and then there were the memes. February photofest, A-Z in April and then Every Damn Day in June. This year, the approach of my holiday coincided with my only working period so far this year. Yes, in June and July I had paid work. Indeed I spent about 5 days while in France writing a report and being paid. I only intended to take a short break from blogging, but in the end only posted 4 times in July.

But I think that in the long run this break will have done me good. It’s impossible to keep going as I was without either repeating myself or just blogging for its own sake. I know many people manage to keep the momentum going, but I really can’t. My level of creativity requires time spent resting and yes, a retreat.

My retreat

I am lucky to have a place where I can recharge my batteries. A place where life can exist at a slower pace. My retreat, in the South of France is a small apartment in a holiday resort, busy in the height of summer, dead in winter. A place where we have spent the past 3 Easters, the odd weekend in March, September and October, but few summer nights. This year I was determined to spend an extended time there.

I love to sit on the balcony on a July morning and feel the coolish air. The sun doesn’t fill it with heat and light until lunch time. This made it an ideal office space. We also enjoyed the 14th July fireworks from that same vantage point on the day we arrived. I can read there in the afternoon while sun bathing, eat dinner looking over the swimming pool and finally enjoy a late night drink before bed.

Of course we also go out, stroll around the port or lake. Walk down to the beach and stroll along the promenade. Explore the shops and the village market. Life there is different from at home in England.

After two weeks we left for our week on the boat so my niece and her family could enjoy our little retreat. I’m pleased that they had a wonderful time, making fabulous memories. My great nephew enjoyed his first ever holiday there and his mum re-lived holidays from her own childhood.

I know I am lucky to have a place like this to visit and enjoy. But I am grateful that at last I am able to spend time there. In my special place, my retreat. We return for one final week on Wednesday before starting the return journey back home and reality.

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Bend over

I had forgotten that this weekend is prompt week. So, since I haven’t prepared anything theme related I have looked back through some recent holiday snaps. Though I’m not particularly low down in this photo, I am leaning down. So I’ve called it ‘bend over’.

At one of the chateaux we visited, we found ourselves exploring the ancient building alone. This gave an opportunity to whip some clothes off and for Master to take some photos. this is one and there are some better ones to come.

Sinful Sunday

Gone travelling

Today we finally leave for our long holiday. We will be spending about 6 weeks travelling through and staying in France. There will be a short trip back to the UK for my mum’s 80th birthday and then a final couple of weeks during which we will drive up through Spain to take the ferry home.

I have never been away from home for such a long time before. The necessary preparations are part of the reason that I haven’t written anything for over a week. Our dynamic and sex life has taken something of a back seat. But also I have been working and that has meant I’ve had to utilise my brain (and computer) for other things. Gone are the days when I could work all day and then blog in the evening, I’ve just. been too tired.

There is still the work report to write up and I will be taking some time out next week to do that. But at least I will have pleasant surroundings to observe as I do. I’m planning to write about our travels. Also I plan to catch up with blog posts.

Diet and fitness

For once I don’t intend to drop the diet plan while away. After all 6 weeks is a long time and I am on a mission. I have now lost 5lb and and going to aim for another 7 off over the coming weeks. We will certainly be exercising plenty, so it is really what I put in my mouth that is the issue. I’m going to try to restrict the amount of bread, croissants, cheese and wine that I consume. But we’ll have to see how good my will power is.

I’m excited to be visiting lots of new cities along our journey. We also have a week’s holiday on the canal du midi. During that week we won’t have wifi and maybe that is a good thing.

No doubt there will be photo opportunities – sexy, kinky and of the scenery. I’ll be posting some here and also keeping in touch on Twitter.

So Bon Voyage to us and I’ll update soon.