There's nothing much going on and since I haven't been hiking much this year, I thought that Monday would be a good excuse to hit the trail. An early morning start then. That was never a problem for me. I've always been a self disciplined chap at heart. So when I began to wake around six o'clock, there was the urge to leap out of bed and be on my way - hopefully remembering to dress for the occaision - but no, a stronger urge to sleep on took hold.

That's not like me. Every so often I wearily opened my eyes and the same mental battle was taking place. Stay comfortable in bed, or push the boundary of human endurance in the sun bleached rainforests of Darkest Wiltshire? Ahhh.... I should be getting out of bed... But, ahhhh.... I don't want to.

Am I getting lazy? Me? This cannot be happening. So I forced myself out bed which coincidentially happened the same time I usually do these days, and packed my rucksack for the journey to the library down the road, where I typed this blog entry. But rest assured, when I've logged off, I'm out there. I mean, right out there, in the wild frontier of the Downs, risking life and limb against nettle thickets and sheep attacks N, really, I mean it. I will.

Oh yeah, I need to get some milk. And I've run out of this, that, and the other... Help, it's mid-morning and all I've done so far is sit at a computer...

Dubious Fun In Dubai

I noticed a news item today on "How to get arrested in Dubai". I can't say that's one of my greatest ambitions. Apparently it is incredibly easy to get arrested there, so it's not exactly challenging either. It seems that drinking, intimacy, gesturing, and wearing shorts are all reasons for Dubai policemen to cart you off in handcuffs. I'm suprised they haven't declared being English as a cause for restraint. They might just as well.