So I finally booked a holiday in a secret location. And it's eleven days away.
Okay, not so secret. I'm going to Lyme Regis for a few days.
"Isn't that where the Jurassic Coast is?" asked Louise.
"Yep," I said, "Lots of old fossils. I'll feel right at home."
I'm hoping actually that I'll do a lot of walking up and down that coast in the few days that I've got. I really need it. I think even a month ago, I was saying, 'I could go tomorrow'.
As it happens, the next eleven days look like an ongoing mixture of exhausting and exhilarating, which is fine, but by the end of it I'm going to be totally ready to switch off.
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