Into the woods.

Two girls at Woods Mill nature reserve.


This “shed” is basically pornography for writers.


The absolute genius of “Black Lives Matter” as a phrase is that its very existence provokes evidence of its need, as people react negatively to what should be a simple statement of fact.


Evening sea swim.

A young girl on Shoreham Beach after her sea swim.

My procrastination is weird. For example, I’ve nearly finished what will become issue 2 of Coffee & Complexity — but I’ve barely started issue 1.

🤦🏼‍♂️


I’m doing my best to keep the bird feeders topped up today. The sudden cold snap means they’ll be looking for food more urgently - and some of them will be preparing to migrate.

Birds on a suet ball feeder in a West Sussex garden.

Rainbow over Shoreham Beach yesterday.

A rainbow over the houses of Shoreham Beach.

My July in one second every day.


Sitting by the sea while my daughter has a socially distanced outdoors Rainbows meeting.


Some interesting thoughts on the future of newsletters.

I certainly think many newsletters resemble blogs - but many are nothing like them, too.


I’m glad people are starting to talk about this. The coffee cup and plastic bag situation has reversed years of work, and that’s before you get to plastic disposable masks:

Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall: The pandemic plastic crisis? It’s horrendous


Uh-oh:

Second national lockdown warning as R rate rises

”[…] on Friday the Sage advisory group said Britain’s reproduction number was now between 0.9 and 1.1, with senior sources warning ‘more nationwide measures’ may be needed.”



Managed a little time on the beach before the rain hit.


I couldn’t figure out why my mouse wasn’t working this morning, until I turned it over.

Well played, daughters of mine.


Fiddling around with a side project while my daughters do their martial arts class via Zoom.


So much “nope” in this vision of a home office cubicle.


The faceless mob of Twitter accelerants.


Sea swim with my tiny limpet. 🌊