...plus one for luck

Turns out going up hills every day for a week makes me want to go up additional hills. I didn't mean to go very far, just up to a water tank on Seatoun Heights, but after I found I couldn't get there without going up a private residential road, it seemed pleasant to keep walking along the ridge a while, and by the time I started getting tired it seemed just as easy to go on round the loop as turn back, and so I went right roung the top of the peninsula. From roads, past where I once gardened for my mother's colleague, to the reserve past the old abandoned prison; I called seahearth and we chatted; in the last week I'd seen zero dogs on hills, and now I've seen eight. This is the view from beside an entirely different water tank than the one I intended, looking over Miramar to the hills across the harbor.

Earlier in the day was niblets of washing, vacuuming, weeding around the calendulas and chamomile; now I am sitting in the living room with my flatmate E making teddy bears* on one side and a cat on the other.





*actually the teddy bears are all finished and now they're corresponding with F about whether we have enough toilet paper in the house, which is less unusual but equally wholesome.