I stop for a moment in the middle of The Common. From Mount Ephraim, behind me and Mount Pleasant and the London Road in front of me, from Mount Pleasant and from the High Street in the middle distance comes the sound of traffic merged into a sullen hiss, unhurried and unbroken. Above the hiss, now and then, a human voice breaks in, sometimes piercing, sometimes soft, sometimes laughing. Now an aeroplane moans above the clouds on its way into Gatwick.
Here we are again. The photo from Picassa seems to be uploading successfully. And, what is more the text of my blog can be saved. When something goes wrong and then goes right again, it feels like a gift.