The humility of Satnav

Reading Nick's recent post on getting out of depth with God prompted me to remember something that happened when I visited Bristol for the first time.

It was the summer of 2002, and I'd been accepted on a course that started in October. I'd made some enquiries and provisionally found a room in a house tucked away in the middle of a small street called Manor Park, somewhere in a place called 'Redland', in the north of the city. I just needed to visit and check that it was OK.

I lived in Derbyshire at the time, so getting to Bristol was a simple matter of motorways... but, rather than drive straight in  - I'd decided to get a bit of a feel for the city on the way by going down the Portway, under Brunel's bridge, and then back up to the house through town... it was a bit of a round route... but I'd bought a map and I wasn't in any hurry.

Putting things on hold... is it Christmas yet?

Dear all... forgive the disappearance of this blog over the past two months... like Pop's Daewoo Matiz I'm afraid I rather fell into a rut pressed into the crawler lane of life by the heavy wheels of work and have been looking for a ladder ever since.

To be fair, there has also been a slightly existential flavour in the Môme's home outage...

Yes - I am on a diet.... but that's not what I'm talking about...

My problem is more spiritual.

I'll explain.