Holiday starts here

Heading north into St Albans today, the first thing to loom up in front of me was St Albans Abbey, the yellow cross flying at half-mast. It may be a protestant church (now), but I think we all know what that's for.

Met up with Brother for lunch, and spent a refreshing two hours reading a book in the shadow of the cathedral and doing *nothing*.

I think I'm getting the hang of this holiday business.