Today a strange thing happened. I was doing my normal afternoon walk in the outskirts of the city when I decided to pop in a restaurant to have a pint. I had walked past it multiple times but never went in. Now I opened the door and noticed that it’s a kind of food place, full of people having dinner. I sat at the bar wearing my Barbour jacket and red Cousteau-style hat. As soon as I sat down, the bartender winked at me and gave a beer for free. He pointed me to the other bartender who also winked. Maybe they mixed me with someone else. No one here should know about my intentions. Anyhow I was getting nervous about the situation so I quickly emptied my glass and left the place.

I spent most of the day relaxing at home. When dusk arrived I was feeling restless and I decided to go for a little walk. I was wandering along the empty city streets and took some photographs about the fascinating play between lights and shadows. Finally I ended up in a pub. Almost the only place alive this evening. So here I am writing and thinking. Not at once has the idea of cancelling popped in my mind. Anyhow I’m quite nervous since it will not be easy thing to pull off. Most of the preparations are now done, but there are still lots of things that could go wrong. Mostly I’m worried about things that are out of my power, but now I’m also quite concerned on how I can do my own part when things are getting tough.