Hindscarth

...I think. My first plan to go to another talk was stymied as it had been cancelled so I did another oxfam drop of books, working on the basis that I’d never read them and if I did I wouldn’t understand stand them...bloomin’ erudite bugger. Then, although I felt crashingly tired, I thought I’d go for a wander up Newlands. The forecast had shown a big sun over us in the afternoon but as I got onto Maiden Moor I was entirely engulfed in a prolonged dark shower that swept through out of nowhere. The irony wasn’t lost. Amazing light and barely a soul about.