beds, beds and more beds

we've just enjoyed a blessed week down in Bristol with our eldest son, his wife and our three wonderful little grandchildren and we will update a little more thoughts about that time later in the week however as a fill in we wanted to share a short post with a poem.

if you've been followed our blog you will be very aware that since leaving South Africa at the end of February we've been living out of our suitcase and therefore feel a little nomadic. With all our moving around we've just counted up we've slept in 17 different beds, we actually wish that we'd taken a photo off each one, however without those pictures we hope that this poem will capture the essence of the journey.

Beds.

Long beds, short beds, hard beds and soft beds, 

Beds with pillows and some with out,

Beds in rooms against the walls, beds in rooms as big as grand halls,

our latest bed in newquay, cornwall
which is VERY nice and soft!

Beds so narrow with little space, beds so big you leave little trace,

Beds blessed with views across the seas with windows wide open to catch the breeze,

Beds with mosquito nets to stop the bites, others with out nets so you lay awake with eyes shut tight,

Duvets and blankets on beds to warm, some have covers against the storm,

Bedside cabinets aside to place a light, to scare the ghosts of the night,

Beds so high you can hardly see the floor, others in rooms where you can reach the door,

Some beds so old that their all threadbare but with a place to lay your head you just don't care,

Noises outside that keep you awake, just shut up for heavensake,

You lay in bed counting the sheep, just trying to catch some beauty sleep.

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we hope you enjoyed that and we'll update more about Bristol later in the week!