The mornings have taken on a nippier aspect. Lying on the wet grass at boot camp is less than desirable. (When I say lying, I do mean collapsing.) But on the plus side: getting home and jumping into a hot shower is bliss, and blow-drying my hair is quite pleasant as well.
Soon it will be time for crumpets with lots of butter and honey, and porridge with maybe just a smidge of cream.
Good thing I'm signing up for another lot of boot camp.