I am not sure when it was, but for a brief moment I am sure that I was caught up. I even went as far as to change the sub-heading thing on the front page, you know, the "Latterly.... whatever" thing that you might see if you visit these pages on an actual computer. Ha! Like that was ever going to last. Clearly it did not, and so earlier this year I found myself several months behind once again. I can assure you that this annoys me more than it annoys anyone else.
I took my laptop to Burgundy a few weeks ago intending to make at least some headway. I did nothing. Well, not nothing, I visited a lot of wine-makers, went to quite a few restaurants and so on, but did I write a single word? I did not. When I had the following weekend at home I bashed out Milan and so that dealt with March, but of course we are now in June. Do you reckon I spent April, May and what has passed of June so far at home? Of course you don't. In fact I am writing this from Budapest, albeit that this is not a jolly; I am here for work, passing on my valuable thoughts to my team in Hungary, many of whom are barely older than my children. Putting to one side that I am a dinosaur that these poor people are having to endure, this is a lovely, lovely place, a glorious European capital city, and under new management as well.
I thought I would use the opportunity to forge ahead, to get April wriiten up and done. Hmmm, nice thought but it hasn't entirely worked out like that. On Sunday night I went out for a couple of drinks after which I could not string a sentence together, and last night I worked for so long that I came back to the hotel and fell asleep immediately. Tonight then. Yes tonight I will definitely write about Italy.
Yeah, about that. The thing is there has to be some preamble, some lack of direction, some totally unnecessary words that are completely irrelevant. Until that I can't start. This is them, you are reading them now. At least I haven't managed any birding that would otherwise get in the way - I had planned to get up early each day and hit the Gellert-Hegy but in a rush on Sunday morning and needing to leave the house in order not to miss the flight I could not find the travel bins. A child has borrowed them and not put them back, so I am in eastern Europe with no optics which is an utter travesty. Bloody kids.
Talking of children and binoculars, barely a day goes past without some news story about Gen Z and birds. It is the new "thing" if you would believe it. I intend to cover this more as I now believe (and deep down I always knew it) that I have done my children an incredible service by insisting that they look at birds when they were young. The journalists are not making this up, I can confirm it first hand, my kids' eyes are wide open and receptive. For years they denied it, recanted it in fact, but you can't deny this kind of deep-seated childhood memory, and it is coming back. One of my children has an eBird account.....
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