Back from ten days of medieval camping in Wales, more or less back into the motions if not the thoughts of modern life, and feeling a vague dissatisfaction thereonto. Part one is that I no longer have a village’s worth of people I get on well with within a couple of hundred metres; part two is that when it gets warm and I get sleepy in the afternoon, I cannot go and crash out for a few hours. Parts three through fifty-five are mostly derivatives of the above.

Some pictures from the trip, mostly of stuff on the way home, precede this post.