The Hoveringham Mammoth

The third day running of waking up from the sleep of the dead feeling as if I nodded off in a hot tent - I guess jet-lag, like so many things, really does get worse with age. Still, I got out the bike and did my best to blow away a  few cobwebs before I went into town to replace the jacket I left on a bus in Peru... And I'm going to break my own rule against anti-linearity and post my blips in two directions for a change - I might never catch up with myself otherwise...