Interval

The time between -

1) getting off the train at Haymarket, taxi home, unpacking, opening nearly three weeks worth of post and all the usual end-of--holiday paraphernalia

and

2) getting into the swimming pool and then down to have a look at my old favourite place for photographs

- was about two hours. It didn't feel like a lot. By the time I got back from the evening's activities it felt pretty good to be back. When I got into my own bed and was asleep within seconds it felt even better.

Nearly forgot the music, how could I, especially when it's as marvellous as this.