Idle

It feels quite hard to justify doing nothing with your day.

I'm not sure I really mean nothing. I mean, there is huge amounts of reading and riding. Swimming + singing. Playing guitar+ plotting a life beyond the Broken Bus. Walking + wondering. Cooking + eating. Drinking + giggling. Skating + mating. Photographing + filming.

Each minute is blissfully filled with nourishing commitments and personal progressions. But it still feels like we are just bums, bumming about in a carpark with no real great aim or ambition to each day. It's important to keep reminding myself that we are broken down and stranded, so there's not much choice. But every now and then, I feel a bit useless and think a little bit about our original plan to graft it into southern Europe, exercising and using to its full extent, the crippling amount of paint + heavy pedal power clobber we have stashed in our boot- that in light of recent circumstances will probably go completely unused.

A few days intended visit, moved swiftly into a month. And now, it looks like another winter, sorta, needs to, er, be done here.