Colourful

I dose up on paracetamol and meet Sander and Kim for breakfast. Joe N joins us. It’s an all too brief catch up with old friends. They head back to the conference. I walk to King’s Cross.

It’s a long, hot train journey back to Edinburgh. A short bus ride to my car, and a moderate drive home. Everything looks lush.

I eat the last of this years asparagus and cook myself chicken and spinach in a white wine sauce. With pink fir apple potatoes. Followed by vanilla ice cream. And bed.