Twenty five weeks — that means I’m almost six months into freelance life. It’s quite incredible, really, to think that half a year ago I was an employee.

Anyway, it’s been three weeks since the last update, nearly all of them on the road. Two weeks on trains around America with Anna, followed immediately by a few days in Britain. That turned into a bit of an insane whirlwind: sorting out our new home in Brighton, an old friend’s wedding, a busted foot and — above all — the tragic, early death of my aunt. Coming back was a confusing, introspective daze.

Along the way, though, I managed to do a little work. The - hopefully - final version of Project Olana is now in, with a few minor changes to be made; there’s some more to be done on Project Moke, but I’m confident that will be out of the way in a couple of days.

But all this travel means that I’ve left the business of greasing the wheels too late. That means I need to get around to the plumbing, doing some accounting and pitching in order to move on.

(Photo by Anna, of the location of a weekend BBQ we enjoyed very much)