I'm back.
Dorset was, as ever, wonderful in a "Have we reached the 1930's yet?" kind of way.
The Knoll House Hotel has be be experienced to be believed. Think Jeeves and Wooster meets Five Go Mad in Dorset, surrounded by Bill Oddie Goes Wild, with food by the "Two Fat Ladies".
And now I'm back in London. Ach.
I need to ease back in gently. You know, like pulling off a dressing really slowly.
Bill Frisell is helping - I'm listening to his Selected Recordings on CD as I type. It's a mixed bag, with several tracks even his mother would guiltily fast-forward over, but the few gems make up for all the "What was he thinking?" tracks.
I came back a day earlier than I had to. I'm missing a "Lord of the Rings" showing on DVD at my elder brother's place tonight. We watched the first half last night, after a paddling in a clear stream, visiting Lawrence of Arabia's cottage and grave and seeing a peregrine falcon flying from the cliffs at Durlston Head.
And now I'm back in London.
Ach.
5:46:11 PM 
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