Two Weeks In

The end of week two, a hundred Spanish and Italian teenagers running up and down Barnard Castle asking strangers what they had for breakfast. Summer schools are enjoyable but incredibly intensive: in the eleven days I've been here I've read half a book, flicked through a single newspaper, been online for around half an hour every day, spent absolutely no time at all watching TV and been off the school grounds no more than a handful of times. Tomorrow I'm hoping to cadge a lift to York. On Sunday I'm going to sleep.