This business of putting up an image on the blog (for which I blame William Wildblood) has led to continual dissatisfaction about 'the impression created'.
The previous blog picture (which didn't even last a week) had me on a walk in Spain (Costa Blanca) - which, while accurate (I have been there dozens of times) creates a falsely globetrotting ambience; whereas in truth I travel less, and less far, than anyone I know.
The current image on this blog therefore has me at the stone circle Long Meg and her Daughters, just across in Cumberland - only about an hour from where I live. (See how long this one lasts...)
The trouble is that images are overwhelming - as the modern world knows only too well. Images trump words.
So the image will surely come to dominate whatever written content I generate; and it will be hard to resist continual tinkering (although so few photos of me exist, since I take the family pix and am usually behind the lens - so that will set a limit).
I see no way around this: we are up-against evolved psychology, or something...
