Travel Note

This time next week I shall be in the air, and the dogs and with them my house entrusted to the tender care of the harvestparents.  I shall miss my small hairy family most acutely, and with them of course my good señor, to whom, had he been on the scene when I bought my tickets, I could have applied some persuasion to come with me on my adventure.  But that is not the way it is and so I travel alone.

Having said all this, I enjoy travelling alone.  Rarely is “alone” strictly true, since it means I meet and part company with friends and family along my various routes and have the chance to cover some serious miles with only myself of whom to take care.  It’s a contrast with the contested headspace of my day-to-day life and reward in the form of the first days off I’ve taken, save weekends and one day’s sick leave, since February this year.