A Glorious Memory of Life

Today I'm here. At the place where I'm the most calm I think. A week before my birthday I dragged soem friends to the red cabin by the lake, stone's throw from the castle built by some obscure ancestor of mine. Yesterday we went looking at deer, had afternoon tea, a three course dinner and a midnight toast in the Knight's hall in the castle. Today we had a massive English breakfast on the deck with the sun glimmering in the water of the lake. A glorious memory for life!



//P.