Greetings, Earth Creatures

Ann, this is all your fault, so if you don't read it and tell me how wonderful it is, I will hunt you down and make you buy me beer. Seriously, I cannot believe than anyone will bother with this except for people who already know me and and can email me anyway, it all seems a bit pointless.

Any thing I say here will be my view or opinion, not a statement of fact, unless I claim it to be. I may change my views or opinions at any time for any or no reason whatsoever. You, dear reader, are welcome to your own opinions, but if you don't like mine, that is not my fault any more than it is your fault if I don't like yours.

It is 15.10 on sunday. I am sitting in my living room writing a blog. The patio doors are open and there is a background noise of traffic on the main drag a block away, people several gardens over talking and birdsong. Weather is fine, though still cool, but there are some nice clouds and I could go over the park later, perhaps with the camera. It is too long since I took any photos, and I need to get back in the zone before I go to Lundy in a few weeks.

Aha, something interesting, knew stream of conciousness wouldn't let me down! I will be visiting Lundy in a few weeks, not telling you when in case any of you are house burglars, and I will report back when I return. Lundy will be my last Bristol Channel Island to complete the collection, unless you count Denny Island which would be silly, although it conforms to my definition of an island-out of the water at all states of tide and with vegetation on it. Nobody ever goes there, though. This makes Rockall not an island as there is no vegetation. I'm not likely to ever go there either.

Engels (he is a cat) has just discovered that I am typing and has come to sabotage me. There is another cat, Marx, but he is out doing whatever cats do when they're out, not much as they have been castrated, poor sods. They are brothers from the same litter, but thier personalities are radically different. They are part of the reason for the blog, as I wanted to start a mailing list of friends who would be interested in thier adventures, only to be persuaded by the above mentioned Ann to start a blog instead. It'll be interesting to see if anyone beyond my normal circle of chums reads or responds to this, or it would be on some alternative planet where 'interesting' means 'actually not really very interesting unless you are really bored and at a loose end.

I think, dear Ann, that I will do the blog to satisfy my need to write this sort of pointless rumination, and do the cat stuff on a mailing list.

Is there a way of seeing if anyone has read this, and knowing who they are? O well, here comes another learning curve!