Small world conversation

I'm typing this from Sydney. After discussing blogging with a friend in London. After talking shop with colleagues in Switzerland. After chatting with my father in Bristol. After discussing the weather in Wellington. After discussing gossip over tea and cakes in the treehouse. After waking up at 5am and thinking clearly. And throughout them all something seems to make sense for once. Blimey.

Wellington

The journey nears its ends but the biggest surprise has awaited me here. Memories of a time long ago in Bristol when I started down this path flood back as does the realisation that I've perhaps gone astray somehow in the process. Away from the day to day in Geneva it seems here I am actually achieving something. Small. Local. But real and meaningful.

Could be crazy, but I think I'll be back here soon.

Peace.

Lost somewhere in the southern hemisphere

Another timezone change. Another plane. Another city. Another journey.

Switzerland seems quite far away now. In more ways than one.

New horizons

After the moments of doubt and hesitation it seems things are moving once again. And my CO2 footprint is about to get that little bit bigger....

Unexpected benefits of living in Switzerland No.1

Health benefits. Not the walking or the mountain air, but the fact that if I was in London now I probably would be eating a bargain bucket.