||[Nov. 13th, 2018|11:42 am]
I dreamed I was having to move from the West Country to Kent (not something I've actually had to do in this lifetime) and I wasn't sure how I'd transport all my books. I was also worried about locking up my bicycle; I had locks and I had keys but none of them seemed to make up a pair. |
But then it occurred to me that I had a whole long weekend before I needed to move- and no responsibilities- and I could go off and enjoy myself. I fancied a trip to the north coast of Devon- only a short distance away- with its vibrant Scandanavian culture...