If the weatherman is to be believed, the weather will be turning wetter, windier and colder, so I am glad I got to put my feet up for a little while in the sun today. It was beautiful.
The feet up was a break from the preparation, both of what I am taking away, as well as what and who I am leaving behind for the weekend.
Yep, it's a Brit Bee Weekender, and I can't bloody wait; it has been a long time coming. Some of our wonderful number will be absent, in body at least, which we are all sad about, but they will be in our thoughts. The remaining baker's dozen, (not a quilter's dozen, 'cause that would be 12 and a half, I suspect!), will be stitching, munching and talking, printing, munching and talking some more, from tomorrow afternoon until Monday. Did I mention that I am rather excited!?
It's a long old journey from here to the Peak District, and I wouldn't do that for any old body!
This evening though, (as if I didn't have enough to do), we went to visit dear son's next stop on the educational ladder. We have a peculiar system here with years 6 to 8 attending a middle school before moving onto the Grammar, and tonight was the open evening. We were impressed, but boy those year 8s look big!
Roll on tomorrow, and roll on next September.
