Homo sapiens

Thank you, wonderful blip-people. I was expecting yesterday's page stats to show roughly the same number of views as usual but far fewer comments. I was wrong, and am overwhelmed by your responses.

Now for something lighter. I was struck (again) this morning by how weird homo sapiens is. We spend our Sunday mornings polishing car hubcaps to a mirror shine. Or gathering to sing. Or brushing the pavement. Or putting remote-controlled model boats into the pond in the park and racing them. Or wandering round the tennis court pointing the camera at the ground because the colours are pretty.

Those belonging to group four in this list were a very focussed bunch but happy to liberate number five from the tennis court colours and explain that once a month they collect points by racing their boats. They explained the route round the buoys and what the rules say if two boats collide. They explained that the individual with the most points at the end of the year gets a trophy.

It was a whole other little world. A bit like the blip one. And maybe even a bit like the world of those who polish hubcaps. Perhaps next Sunday I'll talk to them. Or get back to the tennis court colours.