I'm back at the office, and Whitby seems like a noisy, bright blue dream. Edmund and I had the best time, and I hope some day we can return and stay the whole week. We had to leave for London on Friday so we could spend half the day Saturday getting to Heathrow and standing in line at Heathrow ... !

I loved playing with the Scratch Morris band, although I doubt anyone heard my one little mandolin through the bellowing of boxes. Melodious bellowing, of course.