3.38pm - in little more than four hours time, I will be leaving my (physical) place of refuge, and returning to whence I came from, from whence I abhor. I was blessed to have enjoyed the past few days (24 to 29 May) in freedom, in the company of friends and family, in indulging, in having helped others. But permanence is not a fixture of reality, and that soon will end. My return to camp looms.

On a side note, I really must start keeping a separate diary for the times that I spend outside of camp - those days are the streams of life that I pant for.