The end of July

I guess, this is an update on how retirement is going.

Retirement is going well. You'll be glad to hear.

For the last three months, there has been the orchid season, long hot sunny days, butterflies in the garden: all stuff to fill the lazy hours and days with.

But August is on our shoulder, and the days are now clearly shorter.

When there are no more orchids this season, and there is only so many days at the gym you can do in weel, what then?

There is churches.

Obviously.

And railtours.

And rail rover tickets.

And buses.

In fact, from the end of September I am leading a small churchcrawling group through U3A, no idea yet how many might want to join, but I hope a visit every other Wednesday afternoon will help.

I have not yet followed up on volunteering at the Battle of Britain Memorial site, as frankly, there hasn't been enough time.

I don't miss work. I don't miss not being productive, as again frankly, my employer didn't act on my reports and findings, so I was part of the box-ticking that flowed through the company. But there was little else I could do.

Both Jools and I miss the interaction we had with people, and it is that gao we are trying to fill.

Its a work in progress, so we shall see.

Sometimes its just nice to sit on the pation with a book or listen to a podcast, and watch the garden and its comings and goings.

Time spent staring into space is time well spent.