So many things have been happening but I seem to have lost the power to write about them. Besides this is not a diary. Or a dairy for that matter, though that is what I first typed.
Some times it seems the only real private place in the modern world is your car. Everywhere else we are watched and overheard. We are watched in our cars too, or rather the cars are watched, but it is easier to escape to somewhere like a long bridge, where you can put your hands to your face and scream.
Talking of screams, everyone likes a contrived pun and I was looking through an early compilation and came across an old Willy Ruston cartoon based on a well known saying. I don't have the cartoon but can put it this way....
I had not noticed before but the bridge in the scream looks very much like the viaduct at Arneside.