After a long silence, I’m travelling again.

To think that there were no plane contrails on the sky during the worst months of Covid. It was good for the planet, but it did leave many of us restless.

I’ve taken a few weeks off from work and am now listening to the twilight orchestra of parrots and cockerels. But, because I’m not writing away all day at work, I have time to write a few blog posts that have become very sporadic occurrences.