Eight

Day Eight of Thirty.


Clouds. They weren't meant to be there. If they hadn't've been there would be a nice white arc of light between my head and Jupiter, as the International Space Station flew over. Actually, it probably wasn't dark enough either. 

Another day.

A perfect evening for a cycle up around Gartmorn Dam before this, which was after a day out with the whole DWD household in amongst the hordes of Easter holiday crazy golfers over in Fife. Visited a KFC for only the second time ever too. Had chicken. And some more chicken.

Is it just me, or has this whole site gone a bit flat just now? I know I'm not engaging with the place the same way as I used to, but it feels like everyone's holding their breath and waiting for something to happen. Even the activity over on the browse page seems to be ticking over at a much slower rate than before. No news is meant to be good, but this pregnant pause feels a bit discombobulating. Oooo... now there's a word.