This is how I’m looking three weeks after the accident. I still can’t routinely wear my contact lenses - the left eye needs to heal more first.

Close-up selfie of a man with short grey hair, black rectangular glasses, and two long stitched cuts on his forehead, one covered partly by a small dressing.

Started reading: Spring Is the Only Season - How It Works, What It Does and Why It Matters by Simon Barnes 📚

A copy of Spring is the Only Season on a table in Chapter 34, with an espresso and an oat flapjack in view.

Little bits of my childhood, found while clearing out the garage at the weekend.

A small figurine of a Subbuteo soccer player, painted in orange and white, is being held between two fingers.A red LEGO astronaut minifigure is being held outdoors with a blurred background of grass and a fire pit.

I think it would be fair to say that the present president of the USA is not what you’d call a systems thinker.

I’m slowly recovering from my facial trauma, over a week after the incident.

I made it home over the weekend – but I wasn’t expecting to run straight into an SSD failure…

Some personal news – or why arguing with a lamppost is a mug’s game.

Spring: sprung

A vibrant cherry blossom tree in full bloom is situated between two street lamps against a clear blue sky.

Watching the Avon meander through Chippenham.

River scene on an overcast day, with a large tree in the foreground and calm water stretching toward a row of old stone mill buildings along the opposite bank, partly framed by budding spring branches.

The flight of the herring gull.

A seagull is flying near a waterfront with modern brick buildings in the background.

Easter Sunday sunrise on Shoreham Beach, looking towards Brighton.

A serene coastal scene at sunrise with gentle waves lapping the shore and a silhouette of distant buildings on the horizon.