If you missed me - I'm back. If you didn't miss me, you must have just done a really long blink.
For this weekend I had to travel to Oxford to collect DD1 from her University thingie and bring her home for Easter. Huge apologies to those friends I promised to meet up with next time I was down, but this was a flying visit, with a pause only long enough to visit a couple of museums and eat cake, for now I am back in the place I belong - my bed. But this sojourn (do I mean sojourn? Or are those trouser-things? Those things that go..sort of..over the legs, but aren't part of the trouser? Or are those bicycle clips? Never mind now...) enabled me to take photographs, some of which may become part of this book, or the next! Also to visit the Pitt Rivers museum again, where I discovered that they are seriously....seriously fond of rocks. There were all sorts of interesting fossils and dinosaur things and stuffed animals, but every other case, just as you got really into the dinosaur timeline or bird family trees...along would come a bloody big label saying 'Ah Yes, but have you considered Rocks?' and then millions and millions of...well...rocks. Either rocks are far more important than I have previously considered, or the museum curator has a dangerous obsession.
Cake not pictured.
So now, I suppose, I'd better go and write something. But not about rocks. Not even the seaside kind.
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