Monday 2nd September

Plane, train, taxi, home; and relax . . . . .

Oh, hold on, unpacking to do, laundry to sort, post to open, finally shower, and bed ~ I feel as if I am still moving. I have now been up and awake for thirty five hours, and over the last five and a half weeks, I have slept in seven different hotel beds ~ my own now looks so, so inviting and welcoming. Sleep comes easily, the holiday melts away into dreams as my head hits the pillow.