We did it. We made it one whole week without illness. A-mazing.
Rydal was everything we needed it to be. It was filled with marshmallows, roaring fires, the tiniest snowflakes imaginable, King Parrots and Rosellas, beanies and gloves, Kelpies chasing kangaroos, terrible coffee, litres of Twinings lemon and ginger tea, 447 steps down into a valley and up again, learning how to fell pine trees, baths, daffodils, sun-spots sheltered from the wind and much more.
CF came with us, and we felt its presence.
But we lived.
In spite of it.