Mostly so I remember where I've been:
Friday:seven hours of driving followed by seafood pasta.
Saturday: walking out from Grasmere and back via Great Rigg, Heron Pike and Alcock Tarn. Paella.
Sunday: a walk around Tarn Hows with a diversion up Black Crag for some of us. Roast beef.
Monday: daytime walk around Grasmere itself, spicy chicken wings then an evening stroll up to the bottom of Silver How that took rather longer than advertised . . .
Tuesday: Blencathra for some of us: Threkild up and along to Hallsfell Top, back via Scales Tarn and Scales. Chipotle honey-glazed lamb slow roasted over layered potatoes.
Wednesday: No walking! Dove Cottage, the Wordsworth Museum and dinner in Keswick.
Thursday: A trio of us went up to the Langdale Pikes via Stickle Ghyll and Stickle Tarn, back via Dungeon Ghyll. Duck breast.
Friday: the long journey home.
A few hours after getting home, I headed out to Planet Angel with cream_horn and some enthusiastic first-timers, now also up at Electrowerkz, which was a lot of fun, even if I did bail shortly after 3 in pursuit of other adventures. I spent most of Saturday recovering enough to head up to Nambucca to see some bands in the evening: Lighthouse, The Shantics, rocky Irish dudes Otherkin and Baby Strange. I met up with N to poke around some bits of the British Museum on Sunday but otherwise spent it at home.
I was back into work last week but it finally seems to have started quietening down. I went to the post-Orlando shooting Old Compton Street vigil on Monday night, which was an odd kind of affair: the street was totally jam-packed but when the appointed hour clicked round there were a couple of minutes of silence, then a couple of minutes of cheering and that was about it. I spent much longer trying to make my way to the other end of the street afterwards: it's not often I have much of a sense of 'my community' but this one time it did feel important to be there and among them.
I met up with S for the first time in an age on Tuesday and we went to see Captain America: Civil War in Leicester Square, pretty much the only place it was still on. Thursday evening saw me back in Lewisham for the Aberrant game which is starting up: conveniently, I'd had to go to Woolwich for work in the afternoon, where I had all my prejudices confirmed by witnessing a fight within two minutes of exiting the station. N and I ate out in Seven Dials on Friday, then on Saturday I headed down to Havant to spend the day with K: a couple of her friends came over for a BBQ and we had a really nice evening hanging out. I got back into Waterloo just as N was hanging out on the South Bank on Sunday so we wandered along there before I headed home in time for ketchgirl to come over for dinner; correspondingly, we were the dinner guests last night for my ex T over in Leytonstone. Glastonbury tomorrow so busy spending the evening packing waterproofs!