On being out of touch....
I am trying to reconnect gently. From Monday to Saturday morning I was living in an unconnected world: no wifi, no television, no radio and only sufficient mobile signal for the odd grudging text message, with no guarantee of reply. Air silence. I was at an Arvon course at The Hurst in Shropshire, spending a week with fifteen others and two tutors immersed in creative non-fiction. I'm still processing that experience and may write about it sometime but right now I am just considering how it was to drop out of the digital world for a few days. I hadn't noticed the "no wifi" when I booked to go on the course. Checking what I needed as I packed last week I saw it: no wifi, poor mobile signal, payphone in the hall. My heart sank. I like my connectedness. Email produces mostly selling these days but every now and then there is something interesting with news or photos from friends or family. Facebook is much the same. I don't ...