The storms which have ravaged the south of England overnight mean I am madly telephoning parents to cancel a holiday scheme we have planned for the forest today.
So I will have time to write later, but not now.
Here’s a photograph to hold your attention: I went to Eton on Friday, and wrote a whole post on the graffiti the pupils have plastered everywhere around the school. Their names are often beautifully inscribed all over the place, on walls, and pillars, and columns, and doors.
And just before I walked into the chapel, look what I came across:
Perhaps there is the odd occasion when graffiti should be flaunted?