Feet up, briefly

I hate packing up, preparing for a trip away from home. I find it very stressful. Perhaps it's something to do with having to be ready to set off and catch a ferry at a certain time.
Tomorrow we are heading south to the Borders for a week. For quite a few years now, N has had a week in the autumn fishing on the River Tweed. While he fishes, I usually enjoy walking and exploring the local towns and villages. This year we didn't know if it would happen at all but here we are, ready to go, without breaking any government guidelines. It will be a bit different as I plan to walk and read while himself fishes, keeping mixing with others to a minimum.