However, I think I'm just about out of that phase now. I've got past the book fair, I've finished the 25 prints for this year's 20:20, my head is starting to function again. Alright, there's still the sort of the 20:20 to go, but that's a group activity - it can get quite pressured, but it's fun too. Though goodness knows how we'll find the space to sort - still, again, that's a group problem.
So. A fortnight ago (already) I took a week down south, and the weather promised terrible but then delivered pretty good, which, if the forecast is going to be wrong, is the way round you want it. I trod the usual deep grooves on my first trip into Bath, and on the second, having no particular end in view, took a much shallower groove right along Walcot Street. It promotes itself as a street full of independent, artisanal traders, and more or less delivers on that while also not feeling ultra hip'n'trendy or crafted into being. It's shabby here and there but (in a good way) not what you'd call chic. So I wandered along having a lovely, relaxed, sunny time, discovering a set of new local-trader-inspired (ok, so they're a bit self-regarding, but hey) and old gargoyles here