"I'll go and get the axe [so that we can try and smash a hole in the ice on this frozen lake to jump through]" -E

and then I found myself drying my washing on the megabus again.

The sally hall smells of paint.

My friend E's treecamp in Ireland is getting
evicted as I type, they're all at the tops of trees
and down tunnels locked to things. Lots of police and
anger and violence. Hmmm.

I wrote a contents page on the train back up North.
Got to 44 chapters.

Gipsy people are good.

Two guys just gave me a lift (hitch hiking again) and bought me lunch, and gave me free meal vouchers, and asked God to bless me.

Lots of good people around.