Trainspotting

I walked 3 miles before breakfast... stopped for a breather on the deserted station and was rewarded by a fast train blasting through (too quick to blip) and then this one that actually stopped. Such excitement. 

Then it was home and down to work, and trying to get to grips (and better at) some of the challenges facing a business that usually operates in one big room.

Unexpected treat of bought-in pizza this evening, eaten in the garden. Tired and vaguely disturbed (as has become the norm) and will be glad to lose myself in fiction and sleep. Good wishes to all x