Floating

We’re all up early, despite our excesses of the night before. Dishes are washed, breakfast is cooked, bridge is played - and swiftly concluded. We even watch a Bond movie.

The sun is out. We go down to the pond and spread ourselves out. Owen takes the boat for a paddle.

Ailsa leaves first, then Ange, and finally Tony and Leila. Owen decides to spend the night watching videos, while I set out on my bike to Wiston.

An hour or so later, I’m in Tom’s cabin. He has cooked a very chunky chilli. We chat over food and wine as night falls. And then it’s time to go, cycling back through the dark, chill quiet.