Reading

Went out on Ruby first thing this morning. Only a short ride, but it was lovely to be back out on her.

The rest of the day was spent with Carys in Cambridge. She isn't 100%, she has a crackling cough and she didn't want to do anything bar mooch round the shops, which was fine by me. We managed to get birthday presents for all four friends who have birthday parties in a fortnight, I got boots for school and she got a couple of bits from Lush. Everyone was happy.

We missed the 15.30 train home by seconds, the next was cancelled, so with an hour to kill we headed for coffee at Nero with our books. She was reading The Muddleheaded Wombat by Ruth Park and I had The Fate of the Tearling by Erika Johansen.