I am intrigued. Curiosity is competing with annoyance in my meandering mind. Yet I have plenty of other, more important, subjects to think about. The novel is not progressing very far. People write to me, former colleagues, old customers, and as Sarah says, ghosts from my past! I don’t know about ghosts; the majority of the letters and messages are about money… 

People, trees, rivers, mountains… and dreams, occupy my brain. Recently I have been thinking about my baby sister Jane. Baby she’s no more, but a tall and beautiful young woman, successful in her modelling career, great friend of my wife, and also enthusiastic traveller and photographer.  

Jane is a long standing *** resident, a world she considers part of her business, where she promotes herself and her art. She’s often invited me to visit, but I never found the time nor the interest; I’d rather speak with Jane face to face. In reality, the geek in me fears showing inadequacy in front of a woman I much admire, perhaps particularly since she is my dear sister. 

It’s come to my wandering mind that Jane might know what and where “Chi” might be. I prefer to ask her, even at the risk of being smiled at, than to conduct a search for it, which I expect to turn out frustrating.

The mysterious caller did leave a link on my wall. However when I tried to follow, this led to nowhere, just a “404” error. In the meantime, Sarah and I have started to plan next year’s summer holiday. There is nothing like the beginning of winter to think about summer! For us, it is a rite. Summers in the mountains are the height of our loving and erotic life. We take to the hills, to the rocks, sometime to difficult summits… and yes, those are our preferred background for loving; the higher and the more remote the better. Planning for those evasions is foreplay, a prelude.

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