A recent post by Dr Thrustgood and subsequent egging on by Breaker for me to participate in the MFC made me browse through my library of jamsessions, collaborations and other recordings.

I present to you: Pink Porridge.

My brothers' cat jumped up in my lap as I sat here coding in the wee hours of the morning, and made me realise that the early summer have also rushed the inevitable invasion of small disease-carrying arachnids.

It seems like Winter have given spring a miss and gone straight into Summer. With the temperature at a comfortable twenty-two degrees outside in the late afternoon yesterday I decided to take a walk in the forest.

Pictures of nature, and stuff, inside. Also, a heap of rocks, the mysteries of which may never be answered.

It seems like Winter have given spring a miss and gone straight into Summer. With the temperature at a comfortable twenty-two degrees outside in the late afternoon yesterday I decided to take a walk in the forest.

Pictures of nature, and stuff, inside. Also, a heap of rocks, the mysteries of which may never be answered.

I do believe everything runs in cycles. Whether you attribute it to short-term karmic justice, biorythms or just the universe doing it's thing, good days will come if you've had enough bad ones. Yesterday was a good day, for once.