The day began with a flurry of activity as Sunday usually does. More flurry this time as once again we are in the hall. It was very jolly as it turned out and I felt lifted by being surrounded by this fine beautiful group of people. I hardly had time to recover, no snooze today, before it's on the train to snowy York.
Due to a fault of my map reading, I turned right not left I went round in a circle to the Bar Convent, taking twenty five minutes to get to the convent. I arrived looking like a snowman, and dripped my way into the hospiality of the convent which wrapped me like a great blanket.
Two hours later I am ready for bed and, with 500 words already, ready to write.
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