can i say a bit more?

i'm still not willing to let go of last week at woody point. so - a few more memories and images...
1. living in a 13 foot 1979 boler tailer with my good friend barb. having everything we need - clothing and food and a toilet and a shower (i confess to opting for a larger shower in tess's house each evening), a comfortable bed where at night the open windows and skylights provided a cool cross breeze of ocean air and i had some of my best sleeps in years. barb and i decided that we could definitely live a nomadic/gypsy life.

2. the trailer was parked in tess's driveway (thank-you so much tess), a 15 minute walk to the theatre so we began and ended every day with a stroll. the ocean gleaming in the morning or the moon/stars in the night. we befriended a couple of orange cats with impressive fluffy tails (they even had their own "cat crossing" signs posted near their home because of their friendliness). the walk was just the right amount of exercise to clear our heads and work out our stiffness after a day of sitting/selling.

3. our exhibition space in the woody point heritage theatre was wonderful. high wooden ceilings. tall windows that looked out onto the most amazing views of gros morne mountain and the tablelands. during the day, at slow times, i was able to sit in front of an open window. a breeze. a view. a total feeling of peace. not your usual craft fair feeling.