It was a brilliant December night with the stars shining through the ghostly trees and a wind fluttering my skirt about. Walked for about 45 minutes and came to the edge of a huge field, which I wafted across in the cold winter night wind towards a very large old stone mansion which is now some sort of a museum. It all felt so terribly Gothic
And then back home. Too bad the skirt wasn't quite as warm as I'd hoped it would be with all it's layers.
Also missed a couple steps near the mansion, but still managed to land on my feet at the bottom of the stair. Maybe I really was flying:roll:
The good news, the really excellent news, perhaps the best news of all is that my knees were just fine with all of this including the acrobatics on the stairs. A couple of years ago I didn't think I'd ever be doing this sort of thing again. But next time I'll wait for a night with a full moon so I can see these sorts of things.