Tempus Fugit

Something like nine months has passed since my last update and I had an enquiry wondering if all was well with me. The answer is yes, things are mostly well.

I am fast approaching 69 years old and each summer is more precious than the previous summer. Last winter seemed endless – October to April, and when the weather picked up I was off outside, sorting out the garden, many excursions on my motorcycle (KTM 1290 SA-R, as someone is bound to ask), trips in my van, and so on. I make no apology for that fact that writing takes a back seat over the summer.

I have been busy, but it has been the kind of interior activity that I hope will bear fruit later – flowers and leaves in the spring, apples in the autumn, that sort of thing. Perhaps this winter …. I will save the account for another post.