amongst the shade and quietness

Having managed to sleep for most of the journey, Edgar was nice and perky when he woke up at his normal time, choosing to celebrate being up and awake by rubbing his feet on the wall and waking up his brother. I had not slept on the journey, having driven for the last half of it, which at least meant that I got to see the barn owl on the turn-off just before Martin at a little bit past one in the morning. I was trying to find a nice cool spot out of the sun in the new garden to lie down in for a bit but kept having to stand up to prevent Amos from removing his hat, investigating the glass of the greenhouse or investigating the bit behind the fence at the bottom. Whilst flyering Waverley at lunchtime yesterday I'd heard the two-minute-long announcement detailing all the stations called at by the 14:something to Bournemouth, which sounded like a fairly nightmarish journey for anyone travelling with children. Amos had started warbling a bit past Dunham, possibly in protest at being charged forty pence to enter the county.