…since I was sitting in the cafe at top of Tate Modern.I don’t seem to have been very grounded since I got home, and haven’t spent much time digesting the trip. I find it hard to believe a month has passed, probably because I have been forgetting to stop, take stock and enjoy the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that I do have enough energy to be busy and productive, that I can travel about, see people and be out in the world, but I do want to remember to slow down from time to time and remember where I am, what I’m doing and why I’m doing it.

When I was ill I was forced to spend a lot of time just sitting alone with my thoughts. It’s not surprising then, that I’m often not keen to repeat the experience. But I do recognise my need for quiet times, times to let ideas brew - I wouldn’t dream of pouring out a cup of tea before it’s had sufficient time to infuse, it’s the same with ideas. I haven’t allowed myself enough of those idea infusing times recently. It’s about time I did…