This week I'll be mostly pursuing peacocks for photographic purposes

Percy and Penelope at it again.

The peacocks are back. They seem to have decided that our front door step is the perfect place for a bit of peacock how's-your-father.

The day we moved here, there was a peacock loitering by the front door. We named him Percy, and wondered if he was going to stick around. He did for a while, then on and off over the autumn and winter, and a few times this spring. We did wonder if there were two peacocks, because sometimes Percy seemed a bit, well ... different, but we were never quite sure.

This week I'll be mostly watching sunsets

Sun, sea, and ... volcanic dust.

West is best.

Our house looks mostly south and east, depending on what window you look out, obviously. During the winter if you've seen the sun rise, you've seen it out the lounge window. During the spring if you've seen the sun rise, you've seen it out the kitchen window (and it's burnt your retinas so you can't see anything else, like, for example, the cupboard to get a plate out to put some toast on). But you never see the sun set in this house. Yeah, there's something going on over in the west, but there's stuff in the way, like, for example, some trees, and St Helier.

This week I'll be mostly making a compilation cd

Burning a cd.
Not sure if I'm doing it right?

I come from a generation of kids who used to sit in their bedrooms on Sunday nights with a radio and a tape recorder, taping the music off the Top 40 on Radio 1. It was quite an exacting science. I think I speak for most of us when I say that it was incredibly important to not have any talking from the DJ in your recording. There was an art to working out when the record was beginning to fade and Tony Blackburn was just about to start wittering on, or Tommy Vance was going to share more wisdom. You'd hit pause at just the right point - or if you were too late, press stop, quick split-second blast of rewind, then record and pause - then wait for the next song.