The Obvious?

For blatantoptimism - (he knows

For blatantoptimism - (he knows why)
"The act of writing bears something in common with the act of love. The writer, at his most productive moments, just flows. He gives of that which is uniquely himself. He makes himself naked, recording his nakedness in the written word. Herein lies some of the terror which frequently freezes a writer, preventing him from producing. Herein, too, lies some of the courage that must be entailed in letting others learn how one has experienced or is experiencing the world."
- Sidney Jourard

via whiskeyriver

For blatantoptimism - (he knows

For blatantoptimism - (he knows why)
"The act of writing bears something in common with the act of love. The writer, at his most productive moments, just flows. He gives of that which is uniquely himself. He makes himself naked, recording his nakedness in the written word. Herein lies some of the terror which frequently freezes a writer, preventing him from producing. Herein, too, lies some of the courage that must be entailed in letting others learn how one has experienced or is experiencing the world."
- Sidney Jourard

via whiskeyriver

For blatantoptimism - (he knows

For blatantoptimism - (he knows why)
"The act of writing bears something in common with the act of love. The writer, at his most productive moments, just flows. He gives of that which is uniquely himself. He makes himself naked, recording his nakedness in the written word. Herein lies some of the terror which frequently freezes a writer, preventing him from producing. Herein, too, lies some of the courage that must be entailed in letting others learn how one has experienced or is experiencing the world."
- Sidney Jourard

via whiskeyriver

To wank or not to

To wank or not to wank.....
There are times when I can't be bothered blogging and I agree with a friend of mine who once said - "it's a load of wank".

And then bloggers like AKMA, Tom and Marek start writing on big stuff like forgiveness. Wank this most certainly isn't!

To wank or not to

To wank or not to wank.....
There are times when I can't be bothered blogging and I agree with a friend of mine who once said - "it's a load of wank".

And then bloggers like AKMA, Tom and Marek start writing on big stuff like forgiveness. Wank this most certainly isn't!

To wank or not to

To wank or not to wank.....
There are times when I can't be bothered blogging and I agree with a friend of mine who once said - "it's a load of wank".

And then bloggers like AKMA, Tom and Marek start writing on big stuff like forgiveness. Wank this most certainly isn't!

I'm still alive - despite

I'm still alive - despite being 42!
As a present for my 42nd birthday today my wife looked after the kids while I went off on my own and climbed a hill in Wales. I chose Foel Fras, the only one of the fiteen three thousand foot hills which I hadn't climbed, as it was the first time I've been up a mountain in a year and a half it was a pretty easy climb! I had been keeping it for some time in the future when I hoped to do all of the 3000ft'ers in one go but as that is looking less and less likely I thought I do it on its own.

It was a great day for hill walking with sunshine interspersed with squally showers - I love watching the weather form and reform around me as I walk. It was a bit cold and damp on the top so I didn't hang around but on the way down I stopped in a stone circle for a snooze. By the time I woke up the cloud had come down, the wind got up and the visibility dropped to few feet. Great fun. I got my waterproof gear on and enjoyed the adventure of navigating off the hill in poor visibility.

I was amazed at how well I coped physically as it is so rare for me to get to the mountains these days but yes, here I am, alive to tell the tale!

I'm still alive - despite

I'm still alive - despite being 42!
As a present for my 42nd birthday today my wife looked after the kids while I went off on my own and climbed a hill in Wales. I chose Foel Fras, the only one of the fiteen three thousand foot hills which I hadn't climbed, as it was the first time I've been up a mountain in a year and a half it was a pretty easy climb! I had been keeping it for some time in the future when I hoped to do all of the 3000ft'ers in one go but as that is looking less and less likely I thought I do it on its own.

It was a great day for hill walking with sunshine interspersed with squally showers - I love watching the weather form and reform around me as I walk. It was a bit cold and damp on the top so I didn't hang around but on the way down I stopped in a stone circle for a snooze. By the time I woke up the cloud had come down, the wind got up and the visibility dropped to few feet. Great fun. I got my waterproof gear on and enjoyed the adventure of navigating off the hill in poor visibility.

I was amazed at how well I coped physically as it is so rare for me to get to the mountains these days but yes, here I am, alive to tell the tale!

I'm still alive - despite

I'm still alive - despite being 42!
As a present for my 42nd birthday today my wife looked after the kids while I went off on my own and climbed a hill in Wales. I chose Foel Fras, the only one of the fiteen three thousand foot hills which I hadn't climbed, as it was the first time I've been up a mountain in a year and a half it was a pretty easy climb! I had been keeping it for some time in the future when I hoped to do all of the 3000ft'ers in one go but as that is looking less and less likely I thought I do it on its own.

It was a great day for hill walking with sunshine interspersed with squally showers - I love watching the weather form and reform around me as I walk. It was a bit cold and damp on the top so I didn't hang around but on the way down I stopped in a stone circle for a snooze. By the time I woke up the cloud had come down, the wind got up and the visibility dropped to few feet. Great fun. I got my waterproof gear on and enjoyed the adventure of navigating off the hill in poor visibility.

I was amazed at how well I coped physically as it is so rare for me to get to the mountains these days but yes, here I am, alive to tell the tale!

Out of the mouths of

Out of the mouths of babes
While driving yesterday with my two girls in the back of the car I was yet again stretched by my four year old's uncanny questions. She noticed the clouds clearing and the sky becoming blue in patches and asked;

Why does the sky become blue Daddy?

Well because as the clouds move away you see the sky behind them and that blue sky goes on and on forever.

I thought I'd answered that one in a reasonably accurate, not too boring way. But then she really caught me out....

What was the world like when it began Daddy?

It was like a big rock with nothing on it. Then the water came and the oceans grew, plants began to grow, animals started arriving and eating the plants and then the humans arrived.

Were the humans eggs before they arrived Daddy?

Yes darling - you could put it that way.....