The aftermath

After fifteen hours 'on the road' yesterday, I'd expected to be unable to crawl from my bed this morning. However, I managed to get up without too many yawns and positively raced up a very steep hill from the bottom part of the town to the Abbey, arriving only slightly out of breath (I couldn't even have made it up the hill six months ago!) I was overjoyed when a friend who takes over from me at the Abbey gave a cry of, "My, you're looking well" as she relieved me of my tourist-greeting duties. In the last week, everyone I've met who hasn't seen me for a while has said the same thing. I wonder why nobody mentioned how poorly I was looking last year...