I needed a holiday. I know people always say that but it’s still true. Or not even a holiday, but a lack of …civilisation. The previous weekend I found myself pacing in the office. Literally pacing, like the big cats you see in the zoo, going quietly nuts. Clocking out couldn’t cure it and I spent the rest of the evening in a lovely wee melancholy and had to take myself out of town and off to the top of Beacon Hill for a few hours to sort my head out. It was a good decision in the end, because if I hadn’t gone I would have missed this phenomenal sunset.
It helped. At any rate it patched me up enough to get through the next week, until I could make my escape!