From A

...view looking towards Blencathra ... to B ... incoming tide at Brancaster (extra)

It’s not over ‘till it’s over and the blipper screams.

A lot of manic reorganising, a quick cycle before the trek south ... again.

Enjoyed listening to Studs Terkel on ‘Something Understood’ ... I to need to listen to it again. This poem was read as part of the programme...

The Meaning of Existence- Les Murray

Everything except language
knows the meaning of existence.
Trees, planets, rivers, time
know nothing else. They express it
moment by moment as the universe.

Even this fool of a body
lives it in part, and would
have full dignity within it
but for the ignorant freedom
of my talking mind.