Still small

8:30pm and about to put the flagging weeWeir to bed.

Mostly out of routine and entirely out of normality, bedtime in holiday has been a smörgasbord of experiences thus far. Part of the adventure.

Today has been another mainly rest-filled day, plenty of warmth from the yellow-white orb and the usual colder-than-ideal frolics in the swimming pool.

120 pages read this week so far too. Which is nice.