There’s a bear with me. Really, a big brown beast of a thing and it is trying to catch scudding salmon in its mouth whilst standing in a roaring river in Alaska. Seeing the massive sharp grasping claws I remember that the bear’s name is Barry . . . Barry Barrington to be exact. He lives in the top of a tree.
Not really. I am back from rainy Derbyshire. Hooray. However, I am oh so very very busy. Booo, hiss. So please allow me to concentrate on all the immediate and important things I need to do.
Normal service will resume shortly.