Lost

 Out of quarantine with a bang, police congratulations call taken at the backside dock, as the old man went on about the history and wondered when we would depart.  Camping and the fort, as seen through young eyes.  Best man offer accepted, and further musings on Paris as the right choice.  Lubono and Visa and Covid dependent, so we’ll see.

Two days of not being able to make the office, and a lost wallet at that, after an invigorating sail up and down the harbour with the old standbys from Jordan and Saudi, jealous of your success in love.  But the lack of showers and meaningless Netflix and constant social media refreshing should now come to an end, starting tomorrow.

Two years on from the moose.  Much has happened since, to say the least.  Much seen and much decided.  More to come.  Let’s see where it leads...  away and back again to this meditation spot at King’s Wharf, surely.