Home to bed

Scarborough in my mirror as I leave it behind after finishing my 'tour' and a couple of tiring night shifts dealing with malicious fire alarms, deliberate fires lit in woods and person making threats with petrol. It's days like this when you are glad to escape home to the quiet of the moors. It's also a chance to remember how lucky I am to have my life and not that of some of the marginalised people I encountered. Day8 of #100happydays