
The very flat surface on the Cockle pond was ideal for reflections. I’m a bit stuck for something to write about any the moment, it’s just a few minutes past the time I want to be in bed, and I can’t go until I finish this. So I need to get on.
I thought I could write a piece on reflecting on where I think this blog should be going, but to be honest, it is way too late in the evening, so this is going to have to be a short one I’m afraid – sorry about that.