An insight into my life:
Write India book and eat biscuits on train.
Arrive at speaking venue. Find toilets to get changed in. (Disabled ones are better: bigger and rarely used, therefore nice and clean)
Emerge looking like Bond.
Tuck into free swanky meal at International Business Forum. Exercise restraint on free booze.
Slug back strong black coffee.
Try best to entertain and inspire 300 drunk/sleepy business-folk after dinner at 11pm.
[At end a pat on back from a colonel in the Parachute Regiment and “Bloody Amazing”. A compliment to value.]
Hoik rucsack onto back and walk out into night.
Look for soft piece of grass to sleep on by beach.
Snuggle into bivvy bag. (Definitely a hint of autumn in the air these days).
Watch the Plough and Pleiades wheel slowly above me.
Wake early to greedily relish having a pre-sunrise red sky and the calm, silver-blue bay all to myself. And yes, they are yesterday’s boxer shorts on my head.
Run into aforementioned silver-blue bay. (Definitely a hint of autumn in the North Sea these days).
Jog to train station.
Brush teeth on train.
Have cup of tea.
Continue to write book and eat biscuits on train home.
Repeat above process until sufficient money in pocket to head off on next adventure.