Pussying Around

Oh well.....the weekend is over and no more Ricardo bringing us wonderful breakfasts after today. There was no rush to get up but I felt like staying in bed all day. After breakfast we hung out on the wee balcony for a bit then got ready to head to Oxenholme.

I've got to say that I didn't enjoy the hilly ride. It was just about doable without a rucksack and deep fatigue, but as I had both, I was f**ked. Added to that, Rosemary thought we were moving too slow and shot off ahead. I did my best to stay calm as I could feel my t-shirt getting saturated with sweat trying to keep a good pace. Judging by the rate of knots we were going I thought we still had much further to go when we reached the station.

I'm not the best when leaving R as I always seem to become a huffity snapper! (I made that up). However, there was an artisan bakery selling sour dough bread and Monmouth Coffee at the station and that took the edge off my mood. I was soon on the train back home and was pleased when I got there. I had planned to have a snooze and then head to swimming in the evening but I was still too tired by then and I had a shoulder niggle too. I watched The Voice on Iplayer instead and then fell asleep again.