Easter’s a funny old time. Another one of those occasions when some of us decide we can pick and choose bits of a religion that suit us. And scoffing our faces with chocolate seems to suit a great many of us.
That didn’t mean to sound as preachy as it might have come across. I’m just as fond of a choc fest as the next person, but I’ve long thought it a smidge hypocritical.
Oh, and if the idea of a Creme Egg perched on a particularly manky keyboard doesn’t fill you with seasonal cheer, then how about a zig-zag of light on the river.
And speaking of zigs and zags. I came across the work and words of an old chum, Ingrid Abery, being tweeted by Richard Branson.
That noise is indeed a name being dropped. At one point Ingrid and I moved in similar circles and could very well be found in some tropical dock-side bar, a place full of dock lights. A different person might take this moment to pause and gaze wistfully off to the past as they ponder how come she’s still hanging around possibly the ritziest sporting event in the world while I’m making plans to spend a weekend in a caravan in Cumbria.
So Ingrid is a photographer and she specialises in yachting photos and she’d been in St Bart’s sticking her lens into the face of Mr B while he got to mess about on a particularly expensive boat.
In Branson’s blog he reports that she told him: “Sometimes you gotta zig when everyone else is zagging.”
Wise words, and the other thing I remember from my nautical days is that once you’ve made up your mind on a course you pretty much should stick to it – right up until the point when you really need to change.
While I work out whether I need a zig, a zag or a change of tack, here’s one of Ingrid’s photos.
