The path to home

I ran for my train this morning, only to find that all the trains at Blackheath station were horribly delayed. By the time it had gone 9am, and they were still apologising for the delayed 7:19, I decided it was time to give up and go back home. Tim's sick at the moment, so it was nice to spend the morning working from home (and I really did work, honest), sitting next to him on the sofa.

Went into the office in the afternoon, then went climbing afterwards at the new Arch. I miss the old Arch! It was horribly busy and someone stole my water bottle. Boo.

Great full(ish) moon on my home this evening, but my crappy little compact wasn't having any of it.