Monday evening. I’m parked on the bed in the guest room at Dad’s house in Cornwall, and so far it’s been a very nice break. I ended up having a birthday weekend, of sorts – my actual birthday on Friday was fairly quiet (but very nice), while my sister, her husband and her son came down and stayed the night on Saturday, and then on Sunday I met up with Tris for the latest in our long run of bizarre photoshoots. Sadly, thanks to the terminally unpredictable weather, we ended up with grey and glowering skies and occasional spots of rain, which was far from ideal photography weather, and the both of us were a bit tired, so we ended up drawing things to a close mid-evening instead of the somewhat epic night-shoot we’d originally planned. Some good shots were created, nontheless, and it’s always a huge amount of fun to see Tris.

And also, had a massive number of people wishing me happy birthday, and each one made me extremely happy.

Received various presents – including a small mountain of Doctor Who DVDs, which I’m currently exploring (and will be writing about at length fairly soon, for certain…), and am endeavouring to make sure that I’m actually having a decent break. It’s good to be down in Cornwall – Dad’s actually aiming to move at some point in the next eighteen months or so, and may be going as far afield as Scotland, so my days of having an always-available bolt-hole in Cornwall may be coming to an end. But, I’m going to enjoy all the time I spend down here, while also remembering that although it’s lovely to go back to the places where I grew up, there’s still way too many places that I haven’t been. And sometime, I’m going to have to start doing something about that…