19 – 23 October 2026

Monday Such a beautiful sunrise! Pink, misty. In the garden strands of spider silk as thick as string catch in the sunlight. Clouds of warm air waft lazily from rooftops. In an incredible act of self-sabotage dressed as self care, I watch it from the window and refuse to go out. Part protest too – three weeks of not walking made getting up in the pitch black untenable. Who does this? Tuesday Get up in the dark and leave before sunrise. Try to catch the sky unawares, but whether you look straight at it or look at it obliquely it’s resolutely grey-blue and will not stretch to pink or whimsy. Trees loom in the gloom, leaves crunch underfoot. The train whines as people cough. It’s too warm and windows are open. I try not to be that person, but I join the league of sniffers and hope people know I’m past the contagious stage now. ‘Incubators’ are programmes you join to get your start-up idea quickly to market. This train is an incubator for diseases which could fell your tiny start-up…