11 April 2011

Fi gave Emily and me a lift to Bristol (as she was going anyway) and we took the train from there back to Abergavenny. Thanks to three separate sets of differing and erroneous advice from rail staff we ended up spending an hour in the cafe at Newport unneccessarily. Welcome to the UK! Back at Mum's we pottered around the garden the rest of the day. It was intermittently sunny but there was a lot of cloud about and it seems the recent unseasonably warm spell is over. I keep being seized by urges to do spring-cleaning chores; not only did I do a spot of adjustment to the lawn around the summerhouse doors (entailing an hour of digging up turf and correcting the soil height beneath), but after Emily had gone to bed I got out the ladders and washed most of the windows at the back of the house in the dusky failing light. We Skyped Nick for a while but it was half past midnight at his end and he was dog tired, having only had 6 hours sleep since taking off from Heathrow. The good news was that he is to fly home a week early, on May 7th.