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I have a week's holiday.

I haven't had a full week's holiday for AGES. Over a year. I've taken my holidays - just in bits and pieces to fit in with the kids' things and "must do" things. Long weekends, and the odd day in the middle of the week.

It has been lovely. My brain has completely slowed down. The voices have departed, and I can sit contentedly in the garden and look at things and not even think why.

Today, Si and I got on our Bikes, and cycled. We cycled half way to my work, and then joined the "Smugglers' Trail", and headed for the woods.

I have a theory about the Smugglers Trail. I don't really believe it is "the" smugglers' trail. It crossed from the Beach over the Royal Troon Golf Course, Thru the Woods, Crosses very close to a Private Clinic and a very exclusive hotel, and then skirts through the woods, to the main road, and up and over Dundonald Hill.

Smugglers, if there were any, would have landed at (what is commonly referred to as), Coney. In my childhood, I heard there were caves on the rocks some place, where Smugglers could carry their wares ashore and stash them in the cellar of some of the houses on the shore front.

If they didn't land in Coney, then they would surely have landed on Barassie Beach - There were few and far between houses there, mostly Farmhouses until the early 1940's. From there, they would simply donner the 5 miles up the road and over to Dundonald.

Smugglers? through the poshest part of town? I think not. But for Tourists visiting the town, it shows the town in a much more glossy light.

Anyhoos. The ride we had was glorious. The sun is shining and not a breeze in the air. Is perfect. In the woods, we spotted a little Squirrel dancing around the blue bells.

Further on along, Si was examining some Pallets he discovered laying in the woods, and I took fright, thinking that a farmer was listening into a conversation - but no. It was this Lovely Lady. Coming as close to me as she could for a bit of attention and love.

On the road back to the house, we cycled into an area of land which has had a complusary purchase order placed upon it. It's very sad. A beautiful (once) cottage, and an old farm house. Both places have been bricked up. As usual, folk have gotten in and various pieces of someone's life are splattered on the farm yard in front of the house.

We cycled back to the house, laughing loudly as we passed a house, where the householder has done the ultimate lazy garden improvement and laid PLASTIC GRASS for his lawn.

Now we have been laying in the garden for the last few hours, and I'm cooked. I put lotion on, but am definitely worse for wear. I can't resist just sitting there, enjoying the heat....

This is April? Yes?