A quarter of the way in and I'm having a night of reflection. All by myself.
My last two dates have been pretty much the complete opposite ends of the spectrum. Last night found me in a bar which looked remarkably like a woolshed, enjoying the questioning of a surprisingly insightful rugby league coach from Queensland. Wearing flip-flops. Him, not me.
Today I paddled along the Thames in the summer sunshine, drank pimms at a country pub, and ate a picnic lunch riverside. Bliss.
Now I must sleep. I'm so exhausted I can't see straight.
14th - 17th (evening)