“It shouldn’t take too long” I said to Mick “I haven’t put anything away since the last trip”.
Time is pressing on all sides and in amongst the immovable engagements and deadlines we have inflexible train tickets to head up to Milngavie later this week.
With food in the dehydrator, belatedly-washed clothes drying on the rack and a big list of other things to get done, it was time to pack. Once again I was being ridiculously optimistic that, having put nothing back in the kit cupboard, it would all be in one place and easy to locate. Unsurprisingly, the usual state of affairs prevailed: kit had mysteriously migrated into every which corner.
After many repetitions of “Have you seen my XXX”, I’ve given up for tonight.
I’m now printing maps instead.