Mad to think that we're screaming through the Summer and it's only a few weeks until the little ones will be returning to school. I hate people who wish the time away when it's sunny, but so much of my work planning at the moment is around people coming in Autumn that it's hard not to think about the days shortening and the nights getting cooler. So far today I've discussed a Hallowe'en apple-bobbing risk assessment, a booking for a large group who are coming for two weeks just before Christmas, and some maintenance work on a swimming pool that I need to fit in somewhere between the end of the school hols and the following half-term. My mind is a scramble of time shifts, calendars and dates. My inbox is full of enquiries about accommodation availability in Winter and I already have permanent residents asking me about their temporary off-site sojourns in early 2023. I feel confused, over-heated and lost. I long for a quiet afternoon where I can just enjoy the warmth of the weather and meditate by something watery; preferably a millpond or a slow moving river. I yearn to feel the sun on my back and a bike beneath my groin as I pedal carefree through the green Suffolk countryside. I want to paddle in a calm sea, enjoy a bottle of chilled wine, and make love in a tent in my own back garden.
But now I have to deal with a complaint from a Scotsman who claims our showers have given him eczema....
RC 10-8-22
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