It almost seems a lifetime since I last posted.
The Michaelmas 0th and 1st Week turbines have propelled me from the lingerings of late summer to the supercharged pace of the academic year.
Suddenly the town is teeming with new students and there are inductions to do. The old year's finals papers tumble through the letterbox for marking.
The patterns of working are refound, hopefully with new ideas that have suggested themselves unconsciously over the last twelve months.
This October everything is heightened by a summer that refuses to yield fully and the memories of unending sunny days. Evenings spent at the top of the garden: drinking wine at the old table above our pond (that table has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember); reading; watching the bats and listening to the owls as the light faded. Of holidays in the Alps and Somerset. Of eating apples picked from our trees.
This weekend there is a brief moment or two at dawn, as I write, to savour the future - brim full of concealed potential - and the past, as the trees sough in the gales outside.
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The last of the Alpine photos and some from the Somerset trip to follow.
