No walking for us today. I’ve been struck down with food poisoning. John is okay, although he says his stomach feels on the delicate side. Given his is lined with cast-iron, that’s really something.
On the up side, the view from our hotel room is attractive.
The sound of the river is soothing. And the autumn colours in the trees are peaking.
We’re not pressured for time, and can stay here until I’m well enough to walk again. Already beginning to feel a bit better and considering the possibility of eating.