Homecoming

Back to blue skies, barley fields and the old familiar faces. Back to the Lidl shop and the rural quiet. 
A long day on trains (I like trains). There was a scrabble for standing room on the tube when the Jubilee Line was closed at peak commuter time at London Bridge. A press of people all heading in one direction and worried about being late for work or missing their connections. That was quite claustrophobic.
As the day wore on, the countryside opened up. I finished knitting one sock and started another. The Noro wool I'm using is the same colour as the Scottish Hills in August.
When I reached home, I sat in the car for a while and D emerged from the depths of the garden, covered in grass seeds. He looked pleased to see me.