Dogged

After a mad rush last night to finish some work, I had a mad rush this morning to get ready to go down south; getting the flat shut down, tending the plants, repacking a bag when the strap broke etc.
The journey down to MK was relatively restful in comparison, including a change of trains at Crewe, where Old Bat's favourite announcer was on the tannoy...

It was good to see M at the station. After 7 solid days of marking and family traumas she was a bit zombified, poor wee lassie.

The hotel was... a hotel. Good company over dinner, though I imagine that the bosses ears were burning.

I didn't have a blip until we went to the room and we saw this fine sun-dog. I think that the window was covered in some kind of polarising film, hence the strange colours, but it's my only vaguely presentable photo.
Amazed a little later when I was having a cigarette outside and was treated to a beautiful dusk concert by a nightingale. Superbly sung :)