We're back!!!

Home! England! No more sand! no more camels! No more Sir James of Winchester! Hurrah!

Marian however made my return less enjoyable by turning down my proposal. Again. I think my count stands at 12 times now. The letter was waiting for me at the port when we returned and after over six months on a boat, it wasn't the answer I was hoping for. I of course showed the proper decorum and did not tell of the letters content. I won't give in, we're destined to be together.

My return brings too, two new members of my entourage. Myself and My sister little red, who i must say annoyed me greatly by accompanying me on the journey to the crusades, are joined by two men. Little John, being called so because he is rather tall, is a silent creature, partly because he cannot get a word in edge ways. The other man Big john, called so because, I can only presume, he is short. (or maybe for other reasons which I'd rather not know about...) Big John unlike his tall silent brother talks, complains and keeps up an ever increasing display of noisy unusual talents. Neither have the benefit of 'book learning' however both are talented and expert marksmen. Both the Johns have been valuable assets to me over our time at war and so I have offered them a place in my estate Glenhoe when we return.

Even thinking of Glenhoe makes me more determined to start travelling immediately but all the men are tired after the long journey and also somewhat dizzy. Little red insists on staying where we are tonight so our legs can once again adjust to the land. I am supposed to be fishing, not writing my journal, part of me fears that the paper of such will be used to keep the camp fire burning. I know that once that fire starts i will gaze lonely into the warm flames and think only of the bed that awaits me on my estate.

Oh! I have a fish! I'd better concentrate on catching a few more.

Maybe I will write more later, if i find time to steal away.