Haze

As the haze of back pain receded, the inevitable haze of protracted high pressure made photography difficult but did not otherwise detract from a beautiful day. The BBC's forecast 'white cloud' has often given us so much more and there was distinct sunshine today. In a second day of self-liberation and in deference to my lumbar fragility, I did not carry my bag upstairs at work. Yesterday I carried only Amateur Photographer and today, nothing except a happy smile. The smile broadened when Blue Watch were extremely generous with my departure time. It did feel good and I stopped a couple of times on my short journey home to take some photographs. One subject was planned, the others not. I hope that the next two weeks will fully exercise my SD cards.

With BST arriving overnight, we have one hour less to wait before the childish glee of BA online check-in. My only concern about a 0955 flight (intentionally chosen) is what the meal will be - served at a typical time after take-off, it will surely be neither breakfast nor lunch. I intend to arrive in Los Angeles awake and fresh. We shall be staying overnight and I hope to take photographs around LAX without being arrested or shot. I am certain we shall have a wonderful time but, in characteristic fashion, I am already looking forward to some of our UK commitments in April and even to our Norwegian cruise. I do not, in fact , plan much frenetic activity on this vacation but followers might want to dip in from time to time to read of sunshine, sculpture, San Diego's trolleys and how I choose between Sea World and Miramar or simply do both. I also plan to return to Borrego Springs but this time without a cactus encounter. Look out for comment and news from BST -8.


As we leave for Heathrow, our census form (and Mum's) will go in the post. My thoughts on the stated intention to criminalise non-compliance are clearly expounded on Facebook. I think our justice system is under enough stress already without contemplating prosecutions of those who demur at the futile decennial prying, the purpose and value of which have long since been outdated by the internet and the routine, insidious data gathering that goes on everywhere and all the time.