Last April I wrote a piece ‘Spring and its discontents’ about the perennial challenge of that blooming joyful season for depressives like me; and of how this year it had been more manageable by greater connection to the web of life and by taking anti-depressant pills. It was something of a ‘coming out’ about depression to my family and friends, though probably not a great surprise to anyone. I received many kind and thoughtful responses, which began the work of restoring the

You know on a long journey when your dad says 'Count to 100 and we'll be there' . . . then as you approach 100 with no destination in sight it's 98, 98-and-a-half, 99, 99-and-a-half, 99-and-three-quarters... Well we are at that point in the journey to publication of #LivingWithTrees Should be out by 15th November they say . . . So the Countdown will continue in erratic steps! Meanwhile here is a picture of the proud moment I last won a sack race.