I woke this morning around 0500 after a horrible nightmare. I walked around for a bit and then went back to bed only to have an even worse nightmare. The odd thing is that I can't remember a single thing about the earlier one but I managed to reduce the later one to words and I can recall it even now. Instead of getting up at 0600 as I would usually have done once I was properly awake I lay for a while thinking about all the emails and blog posts (I've lots planned) and readings and so on I was going to do today having been involved in a tournament and up to 10 hours play a day for the last week or more.
For reasons I won't bore you with I wasn't able to do any of those things and so late this evening I am writing this before a relatively early night and an early start in the morning. I am off to Northland and my annual pilgrimage with Pauline. I will not be taking my laptop just my iPad and iPhone so there may not be any posts until next week after I get back.
I will leave you with a few photos from the tournament. They are strange folk these croquet people.