Pictures are the easy way out

It's been too long since my last blog, Father. My in depth critique of the world of shorthand that I began to write is, I've decided, far too dull and self indulgent to make accessible to the wide(ish) world, so it will sit as a draft forever.

Tomorrow the former Gair Rhydd newspaper clique will head to the big city for a fancy awards ceremony, and I'm hoping that will provide plenty to write about regarding the state of journalism. It'll either be incredibly bitter as we return empty handed, or a triumphant discussion of why student journalism is the firm foundation of a strong democracy.

Until then, here's another blurry photo, this time of a motorway somewhere between Warminster and Otford.