Bix Beiderbecke.

 I was woken this morning by George boiling the kettle at just after eight.

"I'm making a cup of tea, would you like one?" he asked.

I answered that I would, and after finding the robe, in order to saves Georges blushes, went to get out of bed.

"You don't need to get up if you don't want, we're staying here today so you can lounge around in bed half the day if you wish."

I think he was joking about the half a day bit as the bunk needs to go up to give proper access to the dinning area. I told him that I wasn't one for lying in bed all day. He said he was pleased to hear that.

After breakfast, I was given a fry up again, George got the ski suit out and gave it to me along with some money to go and get it washed. While I was waiting for it to do it's thing I took a walk around the campsite. It was quite a nice day actually, just a bit cold for sitting around to long. I had a good walk though said hello to the highland cattle and did some thinking. Not so much about what is destined but what I need to do next with regard to sending things back to people and letting them know where I am. I need to do that as soon as possible really I think.

After lunch we took a walk to the little beach on the edge of the village, George found another camper van enthusiast to compare notes with so while he was talking Jan and I took a walk around the little grave yard before finding a bench over looking the beach. 

Jan started on with her questions again, firstly asking what I used to do with my spare time when I lived at home.

"I spent a lot of time on school work. During week days I was in school and then in the evenings I was doing home work and then when I finished that I would watch TV or do some gaming. On a Saturday morning I would go to town with mum and when we got back I would mess around in my room. Sundays we usually went out to lunch and visited somewhere or someone."

"What about boys? I bet there were plenty of them chasing after you." She suggested.

"Yes there were boys, but none that took my fancy. I can't say that sort of thing appealed to me very much, it always seems to troublesome. It was as though if you went out with them they then owned you. Maybe I just haven't met the right person." I said.

I like to think that I skilfully moved the conversation away from boys and stuff and on to her and George. I asked things like how long had they been together and how they met. I was thinking of asking why they never had children but decided against that for fear of causing upset. Eventually, after Jan and I had frozen half to death, George caught up with us and we all walked back to the camper van.

After dinner they decided to have a music night. This was completely new to me, I'm not sure if it's something people do in general. Personally I listen to music as and when I feel like it. Anyway they dedicated a whole even to jazz, in particular Bix Beiderbecke. Not someone I'd ever heard of before but it was Jan's choice so it was okay.

I rubbed her feet again for a while and then had a cuddle and a little snooze with George. I find these evenings so simple yet absolutely lovely and not at all boring which on the surface one could assume. I even enjoyed old Bix once George taught me how to listen to the music. I've never broken it down in to it's pieces and enjoyed how they all the instruments interact with each other. My parents would never spend such times with me, this approach is all so novel. I usually just listen to music as a general noise and maybe pick out a few words in a catchy part of the song.

It's been a very nice day where I've managed to put my fears out of reach for the most part.