This has been the busiest weekend of recent times. In the last couple of days I have been to one funeral, a wake, two meals out, the gym, the pub, on a picnic, to a beach, an island*, to the end of my tether and back again.
That said, it's been wonderful to see everyone. My family have always been good at rallying. There's probably a dark history involving pitchforks and torches in our collective past...
I'm having a tentative go at the writing thing again. Something someone said has sort of prompted me to write a sort of sequel. Sort of. We'll see how that goes.
*We went to Bigbury on Sands as Moscow dwelling sister wished to visit a beach while she was home. When the tide goes out you can walk across to Burgh Island, made famous by Agatha Christie. I'd like to have enough money to stay here for a bit. Or to have a go on the equally famous water taxi during high tide.
As you can see, the glorious British summer has ended!