After the break in France.

Sunday 16th.

The longest day. The usual longest day as Glenn and I up sticks and returned to our hutches in Leeds from Bordeaux. It's possibly my favourite city in France and I've probably only scratched the surface of it. I've been several times now.

Angoulême is nice, but quite hard to reach from Limoges if you miss the occasional bus times. I'd return to Angoulême to walk el Camino set out by their Amis Saint Jacques association.

Slept from around 8pm. Mum buzzed me once she'd enjoyed an episode of the original All Creatures...

So I am sat by the window enjoying a cafétiere of coffee. Smooth blend as the heating clocks off. It's frosty outside.

Monday 17th

Awoke out of a dream in which Lola ascended to heaven. During a regressive dream into my youth she was the final aspect at the pinnacle of being. And I woke with tears in my eyes, went to the toilet with tears in my eyes and returned to my bed wondering if it was a sign that she's returning to whence she came: my angel who saved me with her complete love; such a wonderful companion. I will never be incomplete as she put me together and I will remember her always. What a bright beautiful star which fell to earth and lifted me up.

Tuesday 18th

Leeds for a check up on the foot and yo check on the flat.