I've arrived!

So here it is, the inaugural blog. I've been umming and aahing about starting one. I even held off, saving it as a 'special treat' for when I finished a rather large and unmentionable piece of work. But really I knew I was in danger of creating another avenue of procrastination. And I do feel as though I need a purpose other than procrastination to prattle on, into the ether. So, what is it all for? Following aforementioned large and unmentionable piece of work, am feeling slightly adrift. I like to write. At least I think I do. And this might be good practice; I can tap away without bellyaching about every word. Except old habits die hard. I also like to take photos. At least I think I do. And this may force me to take photos again, which aren't of the kidlets and him indoors. We'll see. It doesn't really matter because I'm not actually going to tell any/ many people about it. And what on earth am I going to write about? No idea. Hence the rambles. And galore is such a great word. Except together they sound like a louche old bon viveur. Anyway, I can't promise many actual walks - I'm strictly non-sportif.