Well what with the Kraken being spotted off the coast at Workington, the UFO buzzing Whitehaven, the bus breaking down and the meteor shower over St, Bees ( well okay I made up the bit about the bus breaking down, I have to jazz up these boring blog entries somehow) When I reached Keswick I have time enough for a calming pint. I’m not sure how that happened, just a bit of luck I expect. There is no shortage of drinking establishments around an about the town so I picked one near the bus stops. Timings can be tricky, chilling out with a drink starts to give time an inconsistent elasticity where some bits of it run faster, other bits run slower and all in an orbit around something called normal time. All a bit wibbly wobbly if you ask me. That said it’s a treat just to take a moment or three to step back, either with a pint or a coffee, tea and perhaps a really nice cake and just let events jumble themselves into some sort of order, letting the natural patterns emerge, the little pegs that you hang your day and experiences on.