The Arrogance Of Cool

I spoke to someone today who accidentally said that he thought something that he had created was cool. And then he realised that, perhaps, it wasn't cool to actually admit such a thought out loud.

The Attraction Of Planned Spontaneity

A tow path walk, locks a plenty under heavy, leaden Wiltshire skies. Threatening rain, of course, but never quite delivering. Shared pleasantries with ramblers, elderly with dogs, and wise cracks with lock volunteers, younger, with validating logos and stories of herons.