When days start getting longer it's time to think of NEXT YEAR.
It seems milder than yesterday in the office park outside Paris, although frost still covered plants and rails with a fine silk-like sheet.
Swim 2km filling up the endorphine that carries you along as you cross the tunnels towards the docking station. The ship dotters off heading west along the sewer lines, then emerging behind the fortress of La Defense on to the plain held by the new Roman barracks.
Remember Ben, when he said it was easy to claim art was funny, when you aren't. Or did he say it?