Home again. Year end.

We left Diggers Camp last Saturday. It was a quick pack up because we'd taken down the annexe tent the previous evening, as well as packed up the solar panel and controller. It was easy then to roll up awning and put things away. Practice makes perfect. 

I'd planned to blog each day of my retired life but failed to do so after only 6 days? Maybe I ought to blog weekly? Id like to keep it up but it's easy to forget to do it. The writing is a meditation for me. 

Since returning I've been riding into gym, completing a strength session and riding home. Feels great. 

I am reading Peter Attia's book Outlive. (Listening actually).

The doctors called and want an appointment next week. Apparently someone who is not my doctor put notes on my latest test results that I may need to retest. Will learn more after I pay for another consult. Very medicine 2.0 as I move into medicine 3.0.

Photo? My bike at gym.

Boxing day. Diggers camp

Grey and windy boxing day.

Another day. Very quiet now that the children have left. 

Yesterday the children drove out to explore forestry trails and they punctured 2 tyres. After 2 hours of waiting for NRMA to help, they learned that NRMA were not coming to help because they were on a private forestry road. 

We drove the 21 km out to rescue them. One tyre had been replaced with a spare. The other was reinflated with the continental mobility kit in the Nissan. Home at dusk. A quick meal and a Christmas phone call from favourite son in Malta, then bed. 

Today we used the compressor to get more air into the tyre before the children went to town to see if anyone would fix both tyres on boxing day.

T and I walked the 5 km loop around the headland. No surf today. It's wild and messy from the south. Last day today in camp. Tomorrow we pack and return home. 

I need a photo for today. It's been dark and windy all day so far. Nothing particularly photogenic, but I'll keep an eye out for a header image. 

Winding Down

A sign that I am winding down from a busy work year, I think, is that I forget for how many days I've woken in darkness to the first birds song, surfed, breakfasted, sat beneath a shady pandanus on the beach reading and swimming until lunch time and then layed back for an afternoon nap. 

It's Christmas day today. Heat, breeze, cicadas, goannas, and refreshing surf and a good book. 

Today I'm reading Exhalation by  Ted Chiang.