risks

i wrote some time ago about risks within the art trail. this morning we've had another reminder of risk. the shop that has been empty for months and on our radar for displaying stuff has now become a hot bed of activity for something as yet unknown.

as we waited for the agent to arrive this morning to give us the keys there was a feeling of something not being right. at the 10 minute point, of waiting for the agent to arrive with the key i rang him. he was in duffield. i'm expecting a phone call back from him to explain where the landlord is with stuff.

christine and i are rapidly realising we don't have an empty shop right now. contingency plan b will swing into operation, once i've run around the library displaying the international distress signal...