Bridge over the river Great Ouse

Not as romantic as some other titles, but true anyway.

I was walking home at the end of a very successful but rather wet day of flat-hunting and securing. Unless it all goes utterly pear-shaped, I have a nice little flat on a very nice estate.

My feet are falling off, I have to confess; I've done a hell of a lot of walking, and I can't remember being this tired, but I have a nest to go to now, and that's just wonderful news.