I’m leaving for Pembrokeshire tomorrow, but I’m taking a break on the way. I’ll be staying with our old blog friend John, formerly of Publog. I’ve visited him a couple of times before, in 2013 and earlier this year, after his dad died. John was disabled when a tree fell on his car, years ago, and his dad and he made a good team for 20 years. Blogging makes true friendships.

Then on to Wales the next morning for a few days, I don’t know how long, but it’ll take me over the anniversary of Tim’s death. I heard today that one of our caravan neighbours died three months ago. I’d been anxious, because Brian and Barbara spent most of the summer at the village and my two grandchildren had made friends with theirs. I hadn’t seen them at all this year in my three visits, so I felt that something was wrong. Barbara has since broken her hip, so she won’t be there this time either. I may not leave the caravan much. I am okay alone.

Wink will be here, of course and, as it happens, she won’t be alone because good friends are going to be visiting – I’d said that they are always welcome to stay, so they will keep Wink company. My apologies for not being a good hostess, but my house is their house and so on, they’re welcome.

I’ll take my new and fabulous MacBook Air with me and do a bit of work on the catalogue, but probably not much. If it’s not raining too much (this is Wales, after all) then I’ll walk. Otherwise, I’ll just be.

Without internet unless I travel a bit, so probably silence from me for a few days.