With one week to go, it’s getting things ready to pack. The sealskin socks are playing their usual games. I seem only to have three most of the time except last night when I had five. Another serial vanisher is the clothes line which I can only find if I ignore it.
My packing will be interrupted by four days of Cheltenham races but that will give me some walking practice as I try and find a bar or a toilet that isn’t full to overflowing.