The Early Bird

After a pleasant night camping Underneath The Stars I was up for the dawn.

I met my friend Iain for the train journey south in the afternoon, which was great fun. He had a mad dash after his connecting train was cancelled, but all was well in the end.

And so to London again.

I've stopped reading Booker books for the moment and I've picked up the wonderful Oliver Postgate's "Seeing Things" which is his memoir. All those children's programmes (Bagpuss, Ivor, Clangers, Noggin the Nog...) and such gentle and evocative words. What a delight.