That walk

The Schlegel sisters seemed to find great amusement in, I think, sharing with my disappointment over the, well, dreariness of my night time walk. Margaret seemed to think it was ancestral spirits calling me back to the woods. I'm pretty sure I was just aching for anything but more of the same back home.

Was the sunrise marvellous? No, it was dull. Grey. But I meant it when I said I wanted breakfast, lunch and dinner whilst walking - not sure what I meant really given that 'tea' is usually toungue and jelly.

Like my life really: dull, tongue and jelly. In my wildest imaginings I'd half hoped that page 76 of my Concise Cantaclus of the Heavens, a picture of the 3rd House of Aries would have crashed into the bluebells at my feet, caressed between the bosoms of Vauxhall and Lewisham - as in this photo - but alas it was not meant to be.

For the record, Jackie, I did no get an agenda, nor "cucumber sandwiches, cut ever so thin".