There I was, happily putting a few things together to take north at the weekend… odds and sods that need adding to the things we will be packing to take to the April workshop, when I realised that this could be it… the last time I run north before the workshop… A quick calculation says that yes, it will be just a matter of six weeks away… and I’m not ready!

Deep breath, calm down, panic over…

Okay, so what if I’m not ready… I have six weeks and that is more than enough time for what remains to be done. As long as everything goes according to plan.

Which it won’t. It never does.

And it never matters.

You name it, we’ve had all sorts of crises in the run-up to these workshops, including Steve’s heroic  last-minute re-write of the entire script when illness cut our ranks…