21/09/2026
Mawley Holiday park 🥰
We came to Mawley carrying miles,
the road still warm beneath our feet,
and found the old trees waiting there
where firelight and darkness meet.
The evening settled on the grass,
the smoke climbed slow into the blue,
two empty chairs beside the flames
and nothing much we had to do.
No grand horizon called our names,
no promises were ours to keep,
just canvas breathing in the wind
and branches whispering us to sleep.
Then morning spilled its honey light
through trees that must have watched for years,
on travellers coming tired and worn,
and leaving lighter than they appeared.
I wondered how much life had passed
beneath those branches, green and grey
how many hearts had rested here
before returning to their way.
Perhaps that’s what these places are
small commas in the lives we write,
a patch of earth, a cup of warmth,
a fire burning through the night.
And Mawley never asked our story,
or where we’d wandered from before.
It simply gave us somewhere still
to put our wandering hearts once more.
So when the rooftop folds again
and Masterton falls far behind,
I’ll leave a little smoke here
and take some quiet for my mind.
For home is not just where we stay,
nor walls, nor keys, nor things we own
sometimes it’s somewhere on the road
that lets us feel less far from home.
Thankyou mawleyholidaypark for a beautiful stay 💛
