We've just had an impromptu few days away for no other reason than we felt like it. We packed up the caravan, hitched up, and hied off to one of our favourite campsites far enough from home to feel that we were away, but not so far that we couldn't zap back home in case of an emergency, which thankfully didn't transpire.
In order to mitigate any feelings of work-related guilt, I packed a box of 'stuff to do' and did actually manage to spend a reasonable amount of time working on some tiny dolls.
Not to mention ideas for new toys, which for some unaccountable reason come unbidden when I'm not at home wracking my brains trying to think of any. So I also filled several pages of my 'Ideas Notebook', which is all to the good.
Needless to say, Small Dog had a cracking time, keeping a close eye on the dozen of rabbits which miraculously appeared every evening, only inches away from the furthest reach of her camping lead. The campsite at this time of the year is ablaze with colour from the myriad rhododendron bushes and the specimen trees, some many hundreds of years old, are now clothed in fresh spring green leaves. The weather was kind and we were able to enjoy sitting outside, listening to the birdsong, well into the evening.
Back home now though and I'm determined to work my socks off this week in order to clear my desk of all the new menagerie pullalong animals I began last week. Then I'm going to make a start on a batch of casting, the firing of which will necessitate replacing my worn-out kiln elements.... always a nerve-wracking task but long overdue.
Counting the days till our next outing...........