On Friday after work
It was good to see some hills again. I never realise quite how much I miss having contours in the landscape -- even wolds will do -- when I'm in Cambridge, until I go somewhere else and realise just how much I need them.
Can't believe how much driving I did in the weekend. Okay, so I gave up halfway to the North on the way there, when my knees started feeling like they'd been hit with a large hammer, and I wussed out of driving into Manchester, but on the way back I drove from York (we detoured there on the way back) to Cambridge via Loughborough. Longest drive I've ever done, and half of it was in the dark; we did break for a bit at my parents' house (to their surprise -- I hadn't quite got round to warning them that we were turning up...) but there was still a hell of a lot of driving on either side.
There was more rambling that I wanted to do, about darkness and music and endless roads stretching out in front of me... but I think perhaps it's best if it all stays in my head for the time being.
Washed and waxed
And at some point this week I've got to make a cake in the shape of a caravan. Fun fun fun.