Ow. My head hurt this morning. Serves me right. Was a fun night of catching up and backgammon. Maybe a touch overindulgent on the beverages. That’s got to be close to the worst drunk blog so far. I woke up in the morning suddenly and completely from a deathlike sleep into my clothes and out the door.
Working in Enfield today I was relieved it was a lovely crowd – the polar opposite of the one I had a few days ago. Now I’m in a tent and it’s raining.
I arrived at this campsite at about 7pm and was quite surprised to see loads of other people carrying their stuff in wheelbarrows. The great British summertime. Everyone just trying to pretend it isn’t miserable. Stiff upper lip. Tea?
I think if it hadn’t been for Lou I’d be in a foul mood now, but as it is I’m in a tent that belongs to a friend of hers and I’m warm and pretty dry and there’s snacks and a little camp stove. I didn’t pack clothes this morning because I just had to leg it out the door, so I had to stop and buy pants on the way. Now I’m listening to the wind on the canvas and in the trees. I can hear the patches of rain approach and pass. I’m looking forward to a cosy little snooze here and then up bright and early and hopefully into a rain free morning. My head has been too full to anticipate this so I came with no expectations. One thing that is noticeable is that there are far fewer mosquitoes in this tent than there are in my bedroom in London. No idea what’s going on with that.
It’s earlier than I would usually turn in, but I need the sleep and I rather like just being here and listening to the sounds on the wind. Lots of people noise too of course, even in a campsite it’s still a Friday night. I have no desire to do anything other than curl up and snooze.
AlBarclay 