"Strandgut ist Handgut und frei!"

Miserable rainy old Sunday but T and I had agreed to go on an adventure to Cornwall to look for interesting driftwood, heart-shaped stones or shells of long-lost Littorina obtusata L., for T is an artist and that's what artists do. T is also, it turns out, an avid forager and this excites me greatly as it's someone to hunt through hedgerows with and make jam with in the summer. So we braved the rain and took the ferry from Admirals Hard (my second favourite street name in the WORLD - second only to the now sadly censored Grope[cunt] Lane in my native Shrewsbury) over to Cremyll and then felt it was quite important that we stopped for a medicinal beverage and some sustenance before braving the elements to forage on the rocky shores of Mount Edgecumbe Country Park - so we visited the Edgecumbe Arms first. We didn't stay outside very long to be honest as the weather was shit and it was making the rocks slippery - we did manage to explore some awesome tunnel thing and I did really well at not falling over, even when I had to clamber over a wet wall - will probably pay for that in pain tomorrow - that's how Ehlers-Danlos rolls - lulls you into a false sense of security.

So after our little rocky-shore-ramble, we travelled back across the Tamar and went our separate ways. I've since had the realisation that if today was my last day of leave, I'd be as exhausted tomorrow as I was when I left. As it stands, another week of R & R might give me some chance of going back a lot more relaxed and capable than I was before - I'd reached that point where tiny tasks became huge tasks and I wasn't as organised as I usually am. Another good week of R&R is going to do me the world of good.