right now.

I’m sitting on a very slightly damp ground which has been jumped on, danced on had beer spilt on it but seems to have survived another Silverstone session.

Above me is a very high, cathedralesque tent and on a large screen a film about the isle of man tt races is showing. A cool breeze is blowing through making me hunch slightly to keep warm. Outside is a sunset that, each time you look at it, is more amazing. Purple and pink streaks, patches of intense turquoise. The city of tents and motor homes is gradually dissipating and around the edges of the tent are silhouettes of people standing, looking at the screen while drinking beer.

The end of a weekend without worry.

We’ll go back to our tent soon and sleep under the thin roof one more time before driving back to normality tomorrow.

I have spent the mornings reading a book in Spanish and the afternoons watching bikes. I have eaten when hungry and drunk beer when I’ve fancied some. We’ve had a lot of tent sex and walked miles without anyone whinging that they “literally can’t walk another step!! You just don’t UNDERSTAND!”

And I can’t wait for huggles from my girls tomorrow 🙂