Radio Silence
When I started this blog I gave my self the target of writing one post a week. I’ve just checked, and it’s been over 6 weeks since my last post. Way to crush those goals! (Actually, I’m not sure that an English guy in his forties is able to crush goals, except ironically, I think we have to hit targets or something) Until mid-May I had been of hitting (or at least worrying) my writing targets but, as we all know, life is no respecter of targets or goals. Life laughs in the face of a colour co-ordinated project-planning wallchart. It’s not that I haven’t had things to write about. I have. Plenty has been happening: a new job; two fantastic craft-based festivals and a broken limb (me, not tree). But it’s the first item on this list that has stalled my writing. If you’ve read my previous posts, you’ll know that in April I lost my part time job suddenly and in difficult circumstances. The carving and green woodwork courses that I run supplement my income but are not ye
