This weekend I am going to Exmoor. I am feeling a little mind full from work at the moment. Its been ok, just busy and I have not had much time to just stop and unload my head. I really should write lists, it may solve the never ending filtration system in my head of trying to remember everything. Its always worked pretty well, its just i never get to switch it off incase when i power back up something is forever lost.

Come tomorrow the magazine will have gone to print and I will be able to delete a major part of the tangle in my head. Thereby allowing me to enjoy a couple of days relaxing in the moor, just me and my camera.

I must make some kind of itinery before i go else i fear i will end up in the pub and that is something i dont really want to do.

Its funny how i never really realised quite what a beautiful place i have lived in for the past 26 years, funny what you take for granted when its on your doorstep. This evening on a walk along the North Downs I encountered the far away tree I have been looking for since Enid told me about it when i was a small child. I am going to make an effort to appreciate the things on my doorstep, the things I seem to have been blind to, or maybe just unappreciative of for so long. To appreciate a walk in the country without the anxiety of getting back in time for last orders at the pub makes the whole experience far more pleasurable. For maybe the first time in my life I am actually liking and feeling pleased about my location on this planet, and that is a good and worthwhile feeling to have.