There’s nothing worse than waking to a carefully timed alarm, to dress in a relaxed manner, ready for breakfast and a five-thirty am departure only to realise that something has been left on the boat fifteen minutes drive away.
A high(ish) speed chase in the pre-dawn mist had us back in time to pick up Joan and Peter, and together we traced our commute by car, train, bus and train, checking in to our airport hotel in early afternoon, feeling strangely exhausted.
Perhaps that's how the plants are feeling after a long hot summer.
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