Missing My Soft Bed?

Everything good must come to an end ... not yet though, please, another week to go!

I'm calling in here just to do some dusting, and to get the awful fright that I'm down to just six visitors a day! I suppose I can't complain; I haven't been around to keep people entertained. I will work hard to win you all back!

So, here I am now in Portugal's capital, Lisboa, where I have only been able to manage obrigado (thankyou). I´ve been very relieved though to find that many people speak very good French. I've been letting people think I'm French, even the young English couple who pitched a tent beside us this week.

We've been doing lots of camping. It's a good way to get one's feet and hands back on the earth. It's good to get back to basics for a bit and then afterwards I'll hopefully appreciate the blessing we have in our European lives. (I will enjoy a nice soft bed though, free of ants and a savage early morning sun that turns the tent into an oven).

I haven't read as much as I wanted to, and I haven't done one ounce of writing! Yes! I took Skint's advice in the end. There has been so much to see and do. This whole adventure has been like a cool, blasting shower over my stale bits - the mental bits, that is!

I hope the summer has treated the rest of you readers and scribes well, and you've managed to do what's best for you. It will be nice to get back into the blogging when I return on the 13th of this month. I have so many letters to throw at you!