I arrived back from York last night. I left in two inches of snow, but there was none in York. Most of the time it was bright and sunny, but cold.
I spent quite a bit of time wandering round the city and looking at the sights, and getting lost, I really don’t have much of a sense of direction.
It was good to meet up with friends and chat, and knit, and drink plenty of tea.
So I’ve returned having blown some cobwebs away, and looking forward to new challenges and bursting with new ideas.
It’s only after our York meeting that I really feel that the new year has really started.