Journally

Awoke terrorised by an injured crow with loud-hailer outside the window. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a refuse lorry reversing into a nursing home. Still a little unsettling.

Over breakfast, considered the day ahead and tried to recall the lyrics to "It's All Over Now Baby Blue".

It's still not daylight as I head down the hill to the station. Daylight may not make it today.

What is rain, but an opportunity to unfold my Parisienne brolly?

The shoes that failed to support me on the Camino are again rubbing the soles of my feet. This has been their final chance. I feel we now must part.

And somewhere ahead of this train lies a different day. I'll go through the formality of changing shoes and trousers. People wonder why.