A couple of days and this haunted, chased feeling is still with me. the increasingly frequent tick of the clock. Waiting means three weeks... no... two weeks five days... four and a half days.
The natural impulse when feeling chased is to run, I know it, I accept it and it is why to some extent I have seen so much of the world in the last twelve months. Now forced wanderlust will take me southwards to Somerset and Cornwall; after all I have a Bucket list to complete and I need to get a move on.
There are ninety odd tasks left, some big some small and I want to do them all. In this journey I plan to undertake a quite a few. There is Longleat, Cheddar Gorge and the Eden project to visit. Cornish Beaches and Castles to Tour. Family to see. Cider farms....
When I get back there is our charity Sky Dive booked for the 23rd... all this in just three weeks. There is no time to moan or mourn lost time only to celebrate time well spent before the fates decide my future.