Transition

I am physically here, at home in Leicestershire. But mentally I'm still travelling, still seeing the sights of the Outer Hebrides and on a plane somewhere.

George had asked if I could look after William for two hours this afternoon. Fatigue caught up with me and I dozed off. Luckily, William took it upon himself to have a nap so Kat was able to escape to bed with  him. I never got to Leicester.

While I've been away, the frogs have been busy in and around the pond. Len had caught two, in flagrante delicto, inside the squirrel trap. He tipped them back in the pond.