Narnia

I am away for a night, for work, in a hotel high on a hill. I got here literally as the first snow started falling. Definitely not in Kansas any more. The place has a history. Colonel Mustard was found in the library with the lead pipe. The wardrobe door leads you out into a winter wonderland. Hooded figures lurk in the doorways of dimly lit outbuildings. That sort of thing.

I'd much rather be at home with TSM. It is very pretty, dinner was good, the company more than convivial. But I'm not in that place.

Tomorrow will be hard work, I'm sure of that. Just hope I can get home without travel traumas ...