This week, the details of Dominic Cummings journey from London to Durham have been the subject of much discussion, in the media and no doubt elsewhere. I found myself reflecting on the many responsibilities this trip exposed.

Earlier this week, I woke in the night to hear the rain beating heavily on the tent, a few inches from my head, and it hardly seemed to matter that the tent was actually on my lawn.

This week cobwebs, and what they catch, have been catching my attention, and leading me on a web of ideas and reflections.