Wednesday 4 March 2009: to roll
THAT was a long day. Still have to transplant bicycles from the shedlet to the house for extra security, download some maps to my phone if it decides it wants to let me and get some sleep. I'm worried that in the morning I'll work out how I've managed to pack so lightly by finding what it is I've forgotten. It's possibly just sticking to one pair of feetwear and not taking any unnecessarily long trousers. An airy but disturbing feeling. Still, carrying little is the plan for the next week as it will reduce the amount of stuff able to be picked from our pockets seeing as everyone we've heard from that's been to Madrid has been de-encumbered of something when wandering about. Hand-over-camera-bag-flap at all times time, I feel.