Home

It seems a bit surreal to be home. My flight last night was only delayed by 90 minutes and I had a last Camino conversation with two lapsed Pentecostalists and a former RC priest who now has 6 grandchildren. The former wanted to know how confession worked, they had noticed a number of confessionals dotted around one of the convents in Santiago. Unfortunately the flight was called before the chap had time to explain. I stayed in the Yotel Hotel in the South Terminal and it was quite fun, like sleeping in a railway cabin. My flight to Glasgow this morning was very straightforward and I was back in the flat just after 12.
Alexander and family, including Islay dog, had been using it on and off, their move to Doune is proving problematic, some of their belongings are here, some in Peebles and some in the cottage they have managed to rent in the interim. Liv appears to have been eating blueberries in bed and the duvet, now washed, is sporting bright purple ink splats. I think it’s rather adorable. They have gone off to Greece and return, to mine, around 3am on Sunday.
There is a mountain of post and complicated admin which I will tackle tomorrow.
The trees, as my neighbours told me, are blocking all but a few slithers of the park.
And I’m  curious to see if my Camino sleep pattern prevails.