First post after a break and it's feeling a bit like Difficult Second Album Syndrome (ie. not exactly flowing) but hey, here goes anyway. Whilst I was away I heard Bill Bryson (of all people) on the radio talking about how beautiful the English countryside is. Away in Cornwall for the last week I've been constantly reminded of this, and reminded too of how easy it is to forget it. "An acre in Middlesex is better than a principality in Utopia" said Lord Macauley. I don't know about Middlesex but in it's own way Cornwall seemed about as idyllic a place in the world as anywhere possibly could be.