Right, so I am away for a couple of weeks. We are going walking in the Austrian Alps. Everything I need is in my rucksack, although I would admit that this sounds better than it is as Ian is carrying a rucksack twice the size and much of our joint stuff is in there.
Will I enjoy it? I don't know. I hope so. We are walking with a group of people I know a little. We are sleeping in Alpine mountain huts in shared rooms, like little dormitories. I loved my walk last year when I walked the Offa's Dyke Path and I know I enjoy walking. Last year I was setting the pace though and could go as slow as I liked! I have never walked in Austria, only driven through on my way to Croatia marvelling at the high green pastures and the neatly stacked woodpiles.
We have had to call on kind friends and family to move in and look after everything while we are away and the place is full of notes and lists. The garden is full of things which are nearly ready to harvest and of things which are shouting at me for attention. It is quite hard to tear myself away.
But off we go: car to Manchester, plane to Zurich, train into Austria, cable car up a mountain and then legs and feet. No blogging, no twitter, no emails.
Sometimes, love home however much you do, it is good to get out more.
See you soon.