A small group tonight. I think I might have lost one or two of them on the heath. The front runners were walking FAST and I’ve got nobody bringing up the rear. Hey ho.
It was COLD. I am now very much looking forward to my bath. The solo walk back to Bergman on my own did it for me. Half an hour through the cold dark heath. The view is still breathtaking but it starts to wear when you’re tired. I had my eyes set to home this evening. We have done this a lot now if you factor in rehearsals, and we have to do it tomorrow for children. Tuesday they are mashing my face again at the dentist so I guess I’m looking forward to Wednesday for my weekend.
All the pubs had Sunday roasts. I smelt so many and ate none despite this cold bright autumn day being perhaps the posterchild for the Sunday roast – a tradition that I’ve recently learnt is not well observed in America. We’ve had lots of American walkers so far this year, and they’ve been commenting on it today.
I’m home and cold and I should have made sure there was something I could easily make warm to eat here, as I never quite get back to the Magdala before the kitchen is closed. Boy is being vocal, so I will need to play with him plus have a damn good hot soak before bed and it’s already past eleven. Got to peak late again these days. I’m not used to it.
Sunday evening. I haven’t had a weekend. It’ll find its time. For now just the same old wind down truck, and maybe I’ll allow a glass of red wine now I’ve got the vacuum pump. It’s genius. Means you can have a glass and you needn’t neck the bottle.
AlBarclay 