This morning we sat listening to the radio on a swinging seat, reading tabloids I would never buy myself, the only signs of civilisation a derelict farm building and a combine harvester. We ate lunch with some more relatives, sitting out in the sunshine. Stupidly, I didn't
I would go quietly mad living that far from civilisation, really, but it was a wrench leaving even after only 24 hours there. For the first time, I can imagine why people would want to retire out to the countryside.
PS Does anyone know what's happened to Clare boob pencil? Her site's been down a few days now.