10:46a - Repeat
Holly left. I waited. Williamson was trashed. I fell asleep. I packed my things. I handed in my key. I'm about to walk down to Egham. Train to London, Train to Nottingham Home
I think part of me is still down in Surrey, and I've got to wait for it to catch me up. Maybe it too will cry at the sight of the River Trent in the final stretch of this long haul.
exhausted