Solo

This afternoon I drove A and K to the airport, where they didn't need any of the documentation they had prepared to prove that K is French - she has no current passport - or that they had had the requisite negative Covid tests. If only one could rely on such indifference! They are now safely tucked up in a hotel at Charles de Gaulle, ready for the train south in the morning. 

All this means that I'm on my own with Django for three weeks. Currently this looks as if it means two damp dog walks per day, but the forecast beyond this week is better, so I might get myself into the Highlands.