Last day in Shrewsbury. Managed to discover some new places. To run a bit further than before. To climb new stairs, new heights. To acquire a fresh mystery shopping experience. To make another batch of tasty flapjacks. To greet the house owners with a proper rye bread. Wrapping up, tying the loose ends, saying goodbye, sitting on the suitcase. The joys of travel, right?
1. Own and live in a house.
Practised living in a big house for the last day.
2. Write AND publish a book.
Carried on listening to Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose. There is a plot. Things happen. But you need to filter all this out from long discussions about whether Jesus laughed or not and whether he was poor, not to mention the long paragraphs about some order or another (all mixed up in my mind). Everything in this book is there with a reason, however. And there is more than one way to read it. For me, it kept being puzzling.
3. Win a major race.
Long run. Reasonable pace. I’m not hopeless after all. Finally, updated my trainer as well, sending him the summary of last 3 weeks. I was simply super busy before!
Photo of the Day
Sent my husband to Weston-super-Mare because our next house sit was about to begin and someone had to be there on Monday morning. I stayed behind to spend one more night in Shrewsbury, attend a class in Cardiff on Monday, and then arrive late in the evening. Once I had seen him off to the train, my curiousity urged me to climb the stairs somewhere between the train station and the castle. This is the view from up there. The car park of the train station. I still cannot get over of how many layers/levels Shrewsbury has! So much to discover!