When it's the only telly you watch, it's important.
I reckon this blogging thing is simply an online diary. It doesn't have to be for anyone else's benefit, & unless and until I hit a seam of form, or an approach which would enable it to be of interest to anyone else, it stays as secret as this sort of thing can be. So I don't think I'll proceed on the basis that these entries are for "my readers" for instance. Not quite yet.
I'm still keeping half an eye on OM, but the decision to stop posting, while made mainly to cut down on the amount of time I'm spending on there has turned out interesting. When you don't feel the need to respond to certain things, it puts the forum back into its proper perspective - which is a harmless diversion, really. The antagonism, the belittling, the goading are just how some folk get their jollies. Like spray painting Bothwell castle, or firing your litter out the car window, I suppose. So it bothers me, but you're never going to get them to stop it, so it's one of life's minor annoyances. There'll always be another idiot along to fill any vacancy that arises through someone maturing.
The step back has also confirmed my view that the show-aff know it all approach grinds my gears even more severely. That, coupled with the cliquey knowing slyness in some cases is more reprehensible, I think. The voice of reason sometimes speaks with forked tongue. It's nothing I didny know anyway, mind you.
Turning to outdoors matters, Dartmoor can't happen. Too many dugs, ill, wee & otherwise. I need to get something sorted for this weekend though. I'll let all my readers know what the options are in due course.