Sunday, November 14

Back on Earth, I get up and go for a Sunday walk before brunch. The temperature has risen to about 3 degrees and I leave in my winter jacket, with a winter shirt underneath.

I immediately notice the light: the way the sun hangs very low in the sky in a way that never happens outside Nordic countries. The long shadows snake across the ground and everything seems very bright or very dark.

The garden has not died while we have travelled, and we feel fine. We learned yesterday that travel to India will no longer involve compulsory quarantine, and so we have things to plan.

I will sit and think before moving suitcases around and ironing things we will not need until we head for the sun again.