I am sitting in my parents' house, two miles south of the Hogsback, eating cheese straws from the village bakery. On the other side of the ridge, to the east and the south, the North Downs roll away. Everything is green, yet groundwater levels are so low that the water comes out of the tap white with chalk dust (they're talking about building a pipe from the River Severn to the Thames Valley to move water here, or shipping it down from Scotland in tankers).
But there are hills here, real hills rather than dreary eastern fens. I don't have to go back east until tomorrow afternoon.
There will be much good fic this weekend (from other people - I make no claims for my own).
I have plentiful tea supplies.
Life is good. :)
But there are hills here, real hills rather than dreary eastern fens. I don't have to go back east until tomorrow afternoon.
There will be much good fic this weekend (from other people - I make no claims for my own).
I have plentiful tea supplies.
Life is good. :)