Friday 24th August
Tomorrow, Saturday, I fly back to London. I am afraid I still have to work, at least for a while but I am planning my escape as I write. It has been a splendid little holiday, and the way to look on it is that my holiday is about to be shortly interrupted by a few weeks of work. We will definitely be down for half-term at the end of October, and I am planning a long weekend out here at the end of September. And in about a years time to be staying out here for weeks at a time. So, big decisions to be made about retirement, which maybe won’t be so hard to make nearer the time. I would like to do some work, but how practical it will be I am not sure, we will just have to wait and see. I would really like to write and paint out here, and at the end of the day, and of course, even before breakfast, if you don’t do what you want to do you are an idiot.
Today is my last full day here for a few weeks, and already this feels like my home.