I had a lovely time in Seattle. It's such a pretty place, all dark green hills and blue bay and a sudden spikeyness of skyscrapers under a vast wash of lavender cloud. And the continual astonishments, to my British eyes, of all the streets being at right angles, and all the houses being different from each other. And it was sunny nearly all the time and I was staying with people I love and who love me back. They fed me and housed me and drove me around with their usual generosity and joy, and I sat with my dear friend and knitted. The thing in the picture is called the Space Needle.
I got one dance in, which I will relate in more-or-less my usual format, as far as memory serves, later in the week. Elizabeth was there, with husband and friends, and just spectacularly kind and hospitable. But not now because half my brain is asleep, I have no idea what day or time it is, and I need to eat something, and it's back to work tomorrow.
Sunday, 7 September 2008