Saturday and a long lay in. Not until at least 10 o’clock did I rouse and make drinks for myself and partner which, we lay in bed drinking and talking. A sort of weekly catch up. Eventually we get up and have a breakfast at lunchtime. There are the usual chores to do but we are focussed on getting out today as we are going to visit the Astley Book Farm and Coffee Shop. My youngest daughter had recommended it to us knowing my love of books. We take a 40-minute drive to the farm and bump our way down the gravel track to the parking at the farm. What we walked into was book heaven. Barn upon interconnected barn filled with books of every sort. I am just in my element as I explore the shelves, roaming from corridor to corridor taking the occasional book down to look at. I loiter in the poetry section. After a lot of wandering around we took lunch in the yurt. Delicious sausage sandwiches and strawberry milkshake.

After eating our late lunch, we go back to the wandering the book maze and being awed by the range available. I could have spent a fortune, but I had to keep reminding myself of the huge numbers of books we have at home. No room in our house is without books and it’s difficult to find room for new ones. I finally hone down my choice to two books of poetry. I am after all trying to be a poet. My choices are below:

Happy with my new book we drive home and settle down to an evening of films and sandwiches until I am left alone to indulge myself in watching football while I draft the blog. It’s been a good day and I down my night meds adn go off to bed reasonably happy, although I fear the scales in the morning as I have had no training this week due to how crap I have been. If I am brave I will swim tomorrow.