waiting for the white horses

Midsummer in the Vale of Pewsey. With Avebury just over the hill, and Salisbury Plain and Stonehenge just to the south, there's lots of folk in the neighbourhood to do observance to the season, be it hanging out in the stones at sunrise, partying all night to excessively loud rave music while coked up to the eyeballs (fortunately, nowhere near me), or just enjoying being in whatever moment happens to present itself.

Here's a horse that's been providing the locomotive power to a traveller, who'd stopped off overnight.

And midsummer's dawn with a cup of tea, outside my boat.

 

I've been waiting for a new print run of tea towels. Last Friday I had an email to tell me that they were on their way to Devizes Books, and just after nine o'clock on Monday the tracking updated to 'out for delivery', with the delivery slot being 11-12. The mapping thing showed the van resolutely still in Basingtoke, though; I guess the tracker wasn't switched on, which was a bore, because it's fun watching the progress of a delivery van across country and timing my arrival at the drop-off point to meet it.

As it happened, we'd just been into the Post Office to send off orders and pick up a parcel, and came out from Sainsbury's to see Jo at the bookshop opposite, waving and pointing to her phone. The tea towels had just arrived.

 

So that was a big relief.

safely up the gangplank