Between the drafts of my speeches - I was up until 12 last night - I went for a walk with Bert in the rain. It's done now but as usual I am not happy. I don't like what I've written. I can't remember half of it. And I'm relying on Colin to edit it so it makes sense. I don't know if that is OK or not. I've also got a stack of other work to do before the weekend so it feels endless and pointless. The woods on the other hand were magical. The path through it looks just like this. And there is an oak tree in a clearing that gives off the most radiant, shimmering energy - it makes my eyes go into "no focus". Outside, it's still raining but we are home now with Bert curled up on the floor, fast asleep. He's dog tired...
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