Our dearest loveliest Tim honoured us with his presence a little while ago. And since conversation rarely gets as interesting as it does next to a fire witnessed by only forest and stars we decided to head out, and make a fire. Whilst doing that we thought we might as well sleep there on the rock, since what we also really wanted was morning coffee with a sea view. Which we got.
Here back to conversations over a bowl of Mues and a mug of Zoegas snug in our sleeping bags.
It’s strange how such immense amounts of time can pass without anything special seems to happen or make an impact, and then it’s enough with some hours to feel like the world is back in some kind of order, being quite a good place again.
After a lazy breakfast we had a not so lazy walk back since I had a train to catch, mixing the estimate leaving time from the house up with when we had to leave the breakfast venue. Ooops. But it all went good in he end. So I jumped on a train and again headed north.