… about one thing.
And that was the flaming weather.
Howling gale and pouring rain all night that kept me awake for much of the night. And when I eventually awoke, it was even worse.
It was a good job that I had abandoned my leisurely plan to drift homewards via a few of the interesting sites, because I wouldn’t have seen anything interesting today, that’s for sure.
So I left my little hidey-hole on the road to Chalons-en-Champagne and pressed on homewards in the cold, miserable and wet weather, stopping off the fuel up on the way back and do a little shopping.
Despite the weather, the way back didn’t present any specific problems so I was back reasonably quickly – to sunshine would you believe. But I had brought the miserable weather back with me and the rain and wind wasn’t far behind.
So now I’m installed in my nice warm attic where the wood stove is blazing nicely and I’m not moving.
The plan is that I’m going to be taking it very easy tomorrow. And if I crash out for a while, I couldn’t care less.
I’ve had enough exertion and hard work over the last 10 days or so. I deserve a rest.
