Named for horse, known for sun

We very nearly missed our flight from Delhi to Jodhpur, the Sun City, this morning. All very inadvertent of course but it turns out that, although Indian domestic airports have those big boards for realtime updates on flight arrival and departure, they don’t actually update. So our flight, which we were told was delayed for an hour, was actually not, almost at all. Our decision to go have lunch was therefore very mistimed. 

After the rush

My morning in Ballarat was a mistake. A fortuitous one decided simply by a single circuit of the large hand of an even bigger clock; which, in the surprisingly punctual world of rural Victorian trains, signalled the departure of the desired train. 

The perfect moment

I’ve dithered and dallied over whether to write the following lines for quite some time. On one hand I think, perhaps my words might clarify something lurking or fortify someone hiding? If so, they would not only be not-wasted, but actually important. A (minute) public service if you will.