Only a week ago, I was walking barefoot through the green fields of the South Downs, with people I love dearly. I am now sat in a tropical garden in Entebbe, Uganda, alone. Yet with these people and more, in my heart and thoughts.
I arrived here at 5am on Friday 29th July, feeling disorientated, bewildered and curious. And time has been fluctuating through many continuums ever since.
Whilst at the airport still in the UK, I was struggling to catch my breath due to the enormity of the change I had created for myself, when a tiny, beautiful, little baby walked over to me and just held onto my finger, looking me straight in the eye for a passing moment. That to him, probably felt insignificant and minute. Yet for me, caused time to stop, for a while, and my breath returned.
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