day 8 – gettin’ out of dodge
What a crazy mental week it has been. Kerazy!!! So the husband and I have decided to escape the madness and get the hell out of dodge for the night.
The train at present is positively jammed — somewhat reminiscent of India minus the smell of exhaust and the charming chai walla walking down the aisle. And it’s hard to imagine that a mere 55 minutes away sits the quaint and ever enchanting village of Henley on Thames.
We’re so excited to get away and talk about the house over a bottle of wine and have a lie in and a slow morning which I suspect will involve hours of lounging in bed with newspapers and books and coffee. And if the weather is on our side, and even if it is not, we’ll stretch our cramped legs and hunchbacked shoulders on a nice long countryside walk and maybe find a pub with a fire where we can warm up come late afternoon.
I realise that I am extremely lucky to even contemplate such getaways let alone live them. And for that, I am grateful.
Wishing you all your version of a relaxing holiday, whether it be pancakes with your kids or a matinee on a rainy day or catching up with friends.