Time to move on...

My life has changed.

Almost a year ago I quit my job.

And there is only hubby and I living in our house.

Everything is fine.

But I don't feel like this person, who wrote this blog, anymore,

I won't be closing this, neither I won't close Motoristin Mutsi.

But I will go on writing my diary in Motoristin Mutsi - retooled.

No secret

It is not a secret,

that I am in love with sea.

And am just a little delighted on rocks.

Kopparnäs has them both.

Something small

In February I wasn't sure of anything.

In March I resing.

If I am not sure anything else,

I am sure it was a good decision.

Not bored yet,

but who could in summer?

Not sure. Anything.

I am not sure,

what I want to do.

With this blog.

With our house.

With my work.

With my life.

With anything.

The Sea

I have always loved the sea.

The salty smell.

The waves.

The reflection of sun and moon on it.

The whitecaps.

The sound.

IRRC - and weekend in Imatra

Hubby and I spent a weekend in Imatra.

Just two of us

- and tens of thousand of other people,

who had came to Imatra to follow International Road Racing Competition.

It is different for me now.

To follow motorbike races.

Seven years I was hanging in pit stops, following races

- and scared.

now I am able to just be there like an average spectator.

No rain

It have been weeks from last rain.

Almost six.

Nature is suffering.

My plants are suffering.

But: there isn't much damages made by Arianta arbustorum.