Tom's away on his trip tomorrow, having delayed it due to the dog's death and then a university open day. He's modified his plans a bit and is only going as far as the Lake District now, instead of up to Scotland. I'm quite relieved about that, it being his first solo trip.
Grandad called round with some advice and some precious gifts of Kendal Mint Cake:
and the relevant Wainwright books:
I'm torn between feeling glad I'm not going up there at this time of year, sad that I'm not, pleased that he's doing it and worried about his airy disregard for 'insignificant' things like maps.. mobile phones.. any kind of plans..
He is planning on taking some, but I need to see them being packed, to be quite as relaxed as he appears to be! I'm very glad I've got his room to clean out while he's away. I know he's 18, but it's a funny thing: you don't stop feeling like a parent just because they're 'grown up', do you?