A clean start

Have just had my rucksack in the washing machine to remove the layer of travel grime it had acquired. Just another advantage of having the smallest backpack ever. Finally got around to emptying it after leaving it undisturbed in a corner for half the week. As if by not unpacking I could still pretend I wasn't 'really' finished with my journey yet... A lot of people I've spoken to this week have said that the time has flown past. Whereas I feel as if I've done so much and seen so many new things that I've been away for much longer than the 5-and-a-bit weeks that it actually was. Ach, but that's how it always was in the Narnia books too of course. Seasons came and went and meanwhile back home barely a few minutes had passed on their return.