Ribble Report: Quiet Wednesday Morning
I'm sitting by another window that looks out onto the front yard of Hollin Hall Farm, taking it easy with a scratchy throat, wary of letting it become a full-fledged illness. The combo-stresses of exhausting travel, disarranged sleep patterns, getting too chilled, on top of the unavoidable exposure of new germs in new and populous places, could add up to a great loss of time exploring and experiencing. Don't want! Yesterday we drove to Preston where we saw my son-in-law off to a couple of days... Sign in to see full entry.