I miss my little brother.
He moved away a couple of years ago.
To a place far, far away.
Well, not that far, it's about 4 or 5 hours down the motorway. But a place far, far away sounds so much more theatrical don't you think? My brother is the brain of our family, I'm the looker (only kidding Mike, if you're reading this!). He likes science and maths, I just like things that sparkle.
He moved down South to pursue a really fancy career and I'm ever so proud of him. I do miss him though. I never realise it until I see him.
This weekend, we went to visit him in his new house. We had a really lovely time.
He's in Portsmouth so he took us up the Spinnaker Tower which has a glass floor at the top that you can stand on.
It was so high that when I looked down it made my toes feel funny. You could see for miles around from the top.
We had a nice walk around where he lives and looked at all the boats... there are some really big boats! I suggested that my brother gets a rubber dinghy so he has something to park outside his house! Where he lives had a strange feeling of being on holiday. It felt really peaceful and relaxing... must have been the sun glistening on the water and the quiet tinkling of the boats masts flapping gently in the wind.
On Sunday we drove out to The New Forest (which isn't new and isn't a forest according to the local tourist office!) where we had a lovely long walk in a very barren bit of land which was about as far away from being a forest as a car park. It was beautiful though and we did eventually find a forest to walk through. There were wild horses that had really long fuzzy hair and looked like teddy bears grazing all around.
It was a lovely place and I'm so glad that my brother has found somewhere that makes him so happy. I can't wait to go and visit him again.