This year we went on holiday to Crete. A fine time was had by all. We kept a travel journal - a notebook in which we would scribble or doodle something of our experiences. I wondered what ChatGPT would make of it, now that one can easily add images for it to process. The ChatGPT app can only handle four images at a time. The journal entries for Crete consist of a dozen or so pages, so I had to transcribe in four batches.

Two online services at least became untenable for me last year. The first was Twitter, which was never great, but nonetheless was the closest thing to an online public square that we had. The second was Goodreads. It started well but was acquired by Amazon and it was all downhill from there. I kept it up as a reading list, since it was synced to my Kindle automatically. But it had long lost its ability to recommend books for me.

Ten years ago we bought a field: Just a couple of acres on the outskirts of our village. Then we planted some trees: We planted a lot of trees, and a hedge. Thousands of plants. The trees grew: And now we have a woodland, complete with twisty paths and hidden glades: The children named it “Maze Woods”, and the name has stuck. Why did we do this? Of course, we like trees!