Not Until We Are Lost

It was a lovely sunny day but I spent most of it indoors, first at the Trafford Centre, which is not too much of an ordeal if you go in the morning before it gets busy. Then went to an afternoon performance by Ockham's Razor, "an aerial theatre company who combine circus and visual theatre". Apparently the title of the piece comes from a Henry David Thoreau quote "not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves"; sometimes you need a shift in perspective to find your way. (That last bit is from the programme not a deep and meaningful reflection from me, but it is often true)