Spent this afternoon walking the length of the
Malverns with
jarkman and am really quite tired.
I am also wondering if it's normal to feel as if I've just been unfaithful to the Cotswolds (I'm sorry. It was just a short walk. Really. They mean nothing to me.) or if I should have applied for a visa from the Worcestershire tourist board.
Falling in lust with places is a bit bloody strange too. Still. Clover, tarmac, the smell of ripe wheat. I drove back with the windows wide open so I could absorb more. Just looking isn't enough. Need more senses.