I'm here

So I cycled through town up to Euston, got the Tring train and wended my way to the lake via the gorgeous, cool, Grand Union Canal to be greeted by Cathie Hasler and a rucksack left by Alistair with such necessities as a thermarest and medicinal Laphroaig for my second night in the yurt. It's warm, quiet and very lovely here. All poppies and wood pigeons, low speed trains and lapwings.