Read 'A Long Way Down' by Nick Hornby on the plane journey to Orlando. Didn't intentionally set out to read a book about suicide on way to two weeks of holiday, but there you go. It was a case of downloading a selection of books by authors I like, and picking one to make a start on once we were settled on the plane, and the rest is history. Anyway, maybe the book isn't actually about suicide anyway, maybe it's about people looking out for each other when they really need it, and how, even when life can seem at its bleakest, somehow it's worth sticking around and seeing how the story pans out.
On my previous return from far away, N took me to the Hyde Hall RHS gardens in Essex and, because it was such a warm and sunny day and we enjoyed ourselves so much (and the jetlag cure seemed to be so successful), we signed up for membership on the spot. Determined to extend the benefit, we toddled off to Wisley today, narrowly avoiding a satnav disaster along the way, but making it into an adventure instead. And, once again, it was glorious. I can see why Mum loved it so much, and I only wish I'd had the chance to enjoy it with her. We had a great visit, mostly contemplating what we will be doing with the couple of Norfolk acres we don't have yet. They are going to be superb. They already are in our imaginations! Saturday in the sunshine was topped off with barbecue organised by J whilst we were out. So, no time for book shopping, so I can but reflect on the charity finds from the week just finished, in amongst which we have a first of V2 to help the Harris firsts collection a...
