The next day I headed to Brian and June's house, where all of my bags I had left behind in late April were. It was such a great feeling to have all of my clothes and stuff back, although I was getting really used to living out of a backpack. It sort of hit me for the first time at that point that...whoa...I'm coming home really soon.
The week with Brian and June was great. Brian and I went golfing twice, and we also went on a five mile walk on the Coastal Path near Swanage. Of course Auntie June cooked enough food to have fed me for the two months I was backpacking. I also had a great afternoon with Josephine and Norman Page, where they had plenty of chocolate cake waiting for me! As the weekend progressed I was amazed at how quickly I had suddenly acquired the lifestyle of an eighty year old, after having lived in a house with two of them. I woke up early every morning, went down stairs had breakfast, walked into the living room and read the paper, then went and played golf, then came back ate lunch, went back to the living room and read, did some gardening, have tea, go back to the living room and read/watch cricket (I'm not going to lie but I think I actually understand it now), five o'clock (on the dot) have gin and tonic (maybe 2), have dinner, go into the living room, watch tennis or posh murder mysteries on BBC, go to bed by 9:30, 10:00. It was a great way to slow down after two months of going all out.
|Brian and I walked to "Old Harry" it was really beautiful!|
Well, I'm back in London, I'll make sure to blog at least once more before I head home. I just wanted to check in with you all.