The weekend sun gave me the opportunity to continue with the autumn ritual of putting the garden to bed. Encasing our white wicker armchairs in their waterproof winter covering made me feel that I had only uncovered them such a short time ago. Summer disappeared seemingly unnoticed. “Looking forward”, in retrospect, is a sad waste of living time. How much of our life is spent referring to watches, calendars and diaries for the next event to which we are “looking forward” whilst ignoring the moment? The word “pastime” is perhaps a misnomer, as using our precious time to learn and to produce something personal from that learning makes us more than the sum of our parts. I’m one of those whose “pastimes” are my work, and it doesn’t get better than that.