I'm sick of being ill. Weirdly, I don't actually feel too bad - just a little tired and aching. But I have a ferocious cough which scared a small child on the train home tonight. I've stumbled through this week, not really noticing much beyond my immediate surroundings. It's been a strange routine of getting up, going to work, coming home and going directly to bed again. I briefly surfaced from the fug for an important meeting on Tuesday, and then a welcome chance to catch up with people I've missed more than I realised for a long time. In the eight years or so I've been away from here, despite being just a little way up the coast, I've realised how important local history really is.
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I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.
