I am girding my loins (isn't that just a wonderful phrase?) for the coming weekend which will be a test of my stamina and inner resources for I will be travelling solo to Cornwall.
This isn't because I have bought an insanely cheap rail ticket which insists on particularly imaginative routing. Nor have I completely taken leave of my senses, although I'm beginning to wonder.
No. The reason for my peregrination around the British Isles is that a family wedding in Scotland clashes with a pre-booked holiday in Cornwall with friends. So of course the sensible thing is to try and do both.
*sighs and reconsiders the fact that taking leave of my senses is EXACTLY what I've done...*
So, PP will be taking Small Dog to Cornwall, setting off for an 8-hour drive at roughly the same time as I will be on my way to Gatwick Airport. Although I will be travelling solo, Gorgeous Daughter will be joining me in Edinburgh late evening, having also travelled up from southern England after work.
The wedding itself promises to be a wonderful affair and I am looking forward to it with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Many of the people who will attend, I haven't seen for over 30 years and much water has passed under the bridge during that time, so I'm thinking of writing a haiku poem to describe my life path since then.
Brief, concise but strangely enigmatic. I'm going to work on it on the flight up.
Then on Sunday I will be flying down to Cornwall. I had no idea there was an airport in Newquay but fortuitously there is a single daily flight from Edinburgh to Cornwall precisely when I need it. So I took that as a sign.
Of course the plane will probably be of the very small variety, with propellers and stuff, but I'm fervently hoping I will get a proper seat and not simply be strapped to the wings for the duration.
Small Dog will be meeting me at the airport, hopefully appropriately attired.....