A RATIFIED PLAN

For reasons that we landed on some time ago, we’re currently on a bus heading for Newport. It’s raining, the bus has steamed up, the journey’s inland, but the Intrepids have still made a beeline for the upper deck front seat.

“So,” I proclaimed, clasping my hands together last night, “We get off the bus in Newport; it’s grey and wet, how does the plan unfold from there?”

This is another bit of learning by the way. We need to have articulated, confirmed and ratified a plan, not just thought of it. Then we need to remind ourselves what it is, just in case a modicum of uncertainty has crept in somehow and woven in a crossed wire.

That’s how we’ve wound up bouncing across the Isle of Wight to a major conurbation, with a view to stop in at the Museum of Island History, which is, we’re told, just a short walk from Newport Bus Station. That is okay for a rainy day.

Beyond that, it’ll take some innovation to stay one step ahead of the plan. Hopefully, a lunch stop and a bright idea might help with the next iteration of the blueprint. I also think a little burst of afternoon sunshine would do the world of good, but we’ll see. The bus trundles through dripping trees and green hedges. I will keep you posted...