Outside, Nobody knows....

This kind of sums up our week away.

Rolling hills, beautiful, flat, calm water, walks, reflections, laughing.

Boy and I were waiting on a bridge for Si and Tooli to catch us. Tooli had forgotten her ID, and decided that should she want to "drink socially" she better have it.

She ran back to the campsite, I said I would walk on, because I walk ultra slow anyways, Boy stood in middle of the road, and pondered, Si said "I will run back, because Tooli will forget to lock the door". I turned and headed, Boy said, "I'll come with you mum", and I said "I hope so", and then I fell.

Si was no more than 10 yards away, but didn't hear my yelp.

I fell at work about 6 weeks ago, up right, and then straight down, same thing again. My bloody feet.

Hand bleeding, leggings ripped, and blood seeping through.

We started to walk on, and stood on the bridge and watched for them coming back. The reflections were lovely, and Boy took this, capturing his sister and his dad perfectly.

We all walked on together, while Si shook his head at my inability to stay upright...

The walk was perfect, and the restaurant at the other end delicious. And the toilet cleaned my leg up beautifully, and the wine numbed the ache for the walk back.