A misty moisty morning and as I cycled through the cathedral close at 8am for my morning swim in the College pool, I reflected how I will miss this kick start to the day, when I retire and move to Ditchling, as I must do soon. I have been back and forth on this route for the last fifty four years- to the Meeting House and the town when we lived in College Street, I know every tree and cobble stone. But I am making a resolve to think positively about the changes ahead. This will be the last Autumn that I have to rake up mountains of leaves in the garden, and also I will have far more time for reading and writing, and I can start something new.