I'd been off sick from work on Friday and by Sunday evening I was sick of TV box sets and being stuck inside. I was finally feeling better... just in time for work tomorrow.
Now, though, I'm sat writing this in a shady spot in a beautiful pub garden in a village miles from home feeling like I've actually done something with my weekend.
It's amazing how much you can do in a few hours. I decided I'd go at 15:30 this afternoon, got dressed and walked. I'll get the 18:12 train back and be home by about half past - in time for tea.
It's not much of an adventure; its a route I've done many times before. But without these 3 hours my weekend would've felt like such a waste.