Locked up

From this, one can make a deduction which is quite certainly the ultimate truth of jigsaw puzzles: despite appearances, puzzling is not a solitary game: every move the puzzler makes, the puzzlemaker has made before; every piece the puzzler picks up, and picks up again, and studies and strokes, every combination he tries, and tries a second time, every blunder and every insight, each hope and each discouragement have all been designed, calculated, and decided by the other.

It’s misty on the way in, but between Leadburn and Bilston the sun breaks through. Crisp and gorgeous. They’ve started digging up the approach to Kaimes Junction. Delays expected for 12 weeks.

I get my badge. I get a locker. I get a meeting invite. All is well in heaven.

It’s still sunny on the way home. Matt gets home from his father in law’s funeral - we talk over the new course material. And now it’s dark.