With constant rain outside, I’ve turned my little home into a sauna. The light is fading even though it’s only half three so I cooked my supper while I could still see something. One of those 3 minute tortellini jobs, lob in some pre-grated cheese and chopped up black olives and pesto. First meal of the year but circumstances demanded that it be a simple one. Then I had a shower, which is the equivalent of a plunge pool. Stark naked through the rain, bare feet over slippery decking, quick ablute and then back to the hot hot cabin. It took me a day or so but I’ve established the level of prep required to make things pleasant here.
The little LED light is charged again now. I won’t be stumbling around in the darkness tonight. Last night during an evening voyage to the longdrop down the hill, my feet came out from under me on some wooden stairs. My life flashed before my eyes. Instinct and luck prevented serious damage – the same falling instinct from judo aged eight that I thank myself for every time I get out lucky from a fall.I got a couple of belts. I’ve done something funny to my upper left arm but nothing but a twist in my shoulder and some bum bruising.
Back to London tomorrow. 4 hour drive first thing in the morning.
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A bit later now and I honestly think I’ll be in bed by 7 at this rate. I’m looking out of my little window into the gloaming.
Birdsong and rain on the ceiling, the roar of the air intake for the burner. This evening I’m going to select and leave out some good logs for me to throw in when I wake up in the night. I let it go out last night and it quickly gets very cold in here.
This is the relaxed day I didn’t really know I needed. Toasting myself gently in a caravan. Not entirely work free. My host caught me swearing to myself learning my lines for a gangster flick, and I’ve got a self tape due by tomorrow. I’ll do the bulk of the work for those in the car tomorrow though. I’m gonna tune back in to the sounds.
AlBarclay 