A year ago this evening, I rolled off an Øresund train at Malmö Triangeln station with a patient but frazzled Katie-Jane, and walked out into a light rain to get a lift from a friend to my new digs in Sweden. I’ve always been prone to noting the strange dual fluidity of time’s passage, particularly…

The current view from my armchair. By way of an update for those wondering why things went a bit quiet here: I hit a motivational slump in late January, and then finished the month off by fumbling the last move on a 6b+ slab problem at Klättercentret, falling a couple of meters, and fracturing the…

Feeling very seen here, Duolingo.

TFW you ask your employers for a new computer, and they give you free choice within a generous budget. Hell, I’m even allowed to put Linux on it. Blessed be.

Looks like I’m not the only one to have returned to the birdsite at a moment when everything that prompted my leaving it has arguably intensified to a peak; Ryan Oakley’s back, as well. (We’ll let you know when the other two horsemen of this particularly inverted apocalypse are on their way, assuming we ever…