Tuesday, April 7

YEAR:  2020 | Tags:  | | | |

Woods somewhere, 8:27


I wake to another fine day. The sky beams in through the window.

Boris Johnson, the eminently untrustworthy British Prime Minister, has spent the night in intensive care at St Thomas hospital, suffering from severe coronavirus. I have breakfast and go for a walk.

I find somewhere to walk where I have genuinely never set foot before, and stumble through a small wood that I did not know existed. I see a tree stump that wants photographing.

This afternoon I start the second block of Structuring Information. I will therefore return home to begin another long online day. I will spend the morning preparing for the afternoon, and the afternoon running through what I prepared this morning.