So I was planning to blog about part 2 of the French trip, but instead I came down with the flu. At least, the very rapid onset of a high fever and the weekend which completely disappeared seem to suggest it is the flu. I am no longer a suitable surface for frying an egg, but my head has been replaced with a lump of wood, so I haven’t yet been further than the sofa. Which gives me quite a nice view of this tree – always the last one in our garden to show any signs of spring, but they are now just beginning to show.
There is no good timing for flu, but in the grander scheme of things this incident was quite poor. Not only am I stranded halfway up a marking mountain, but this was my mother’s last weekend in her house in Scotland. Tomorrow she moves to England, where she and her sister Pat are buying a house together. It’s not the other side of the world, but it’s 450 miles further away, which is quite a hike. We had planned a nice family lunch on Sunday…. but didn’t.