Three visits to Gatwick in as many weeks. First week picking up loved ones, second week; parking the car to go away with Sarah, third week; 28 hours in Copenhagen with the chef.
Guernsey was wonderful. Beautiful views, great atmosphere, great company, lots of walking, laughing, experiencing a German underground hospital and possibly the smallest chapel in the world, made of broken pieces of porcelain. I'm not a church/chapel fan, but this was something else. A promise made to return to this island, when it's summer.
Copenhagen. Which has been my one step away from home when travelling back for visits. But this time I was taking the train towards Copenhagen instead of over the bridge to Sweden. And my heart wanted to go on the train homehome if only so to be there for one hour. But the 28 hours spent there was still amazing. Amazing gig, and all the band members signed our tickets afterwards, and we made them feel mighty surprised and proud when we told them we had come all the way from London to see them. That was our sole purpose, the sightseeing just a bonus.
A bit tired now. Quite an early crawl out of bed. Moved to the sofa for crap telly and coffee. Eventually the sunshine and blue sky drew me outside. For a drink by the lock, with a company in thoughts. And here I am, expecting to see a new freak out happen.
Time will tell.
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