Monday, May 31

I go for a walk. I start with Micky Dolenz and move onto Steve Levitt talking to Carl Hart about the urgent need to legalise all drugs everywhere.

The sun has come out again and I go for a long walk through the hidden parts of the woods. I intend to cut through to the other side but end up doing a big loop and coming out more or less where I went in.

Hmm, I think. I then walk down another path and come across last Wednesday’s bike, still parked leaning against the same rock.

This reminds me that I saw a golf bag last week under a tree. I cannot for the life of me remember if it had any clubs in or not.

I like to think that it did, because I like to think of the woods as generating strange mysteries.

It probably didn’t.