It has been one of those only-so-often lovely-from-start-to-finish days - the ones, that when you have them when you're younger, completely distort how you think adulthood will be. That was great, you think when you have a day like this when you're 15. This growing up thing is brilliant.
Years pass.
*tumbleweed*
Gradual slumping into inner existentialism commences.
But not today.
This weekend is the Faversham Literary Festival ( https://www.favershamliteraryfestival.org/ ), which is in its 3rd year. I set a £20 budget, and when Neal decided he didn't fancy anything, I went to town. I only had today, as tomorrow we're flying up to the Highlands for a highly-anticipated visit to Neal's cousin, north of Inverness. I saw 5 talks today, all of which, if not all entirely brilliant, had interesting parts and were well worth the attendance.
It was a day of relaxed connecting - full of ideas, seeing old friends, bumping into loads of Faversham friends, and beautifully ending with an impromptu dinner feast with Helen and James.
And tomorrow - Scotland - and maybe even SNOW!!!!
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