What we go through to get to our customers...

I drove into work on Monday morning: The sun hadn't yet got over Axe Cliff and the river was still in the frosty shade, but the sun was bright on the frosty bank beyond. The golden reeds glowed brightly, and the far edge of the water shimmered silver. A few miles further on I was rewarded with the sight of the Marshwood Vale bathed in glorious winter sunshine as the sun crept towards its zenith. Over the miles the fields lay in their varying shades of brown and green, and the trees stood proud. The farms and villages absorbed the energy from the bright sunlight.

How different from the day before....

Sunday morning...Soon after 7.30am, Starbucks in hand, I wandered along the gum and spew encrusted pavement, a glorious sunrise obliterated by high rise buildings, the sound of anything natural obliterated to equal effect by the roaring traffic. I trudged my way into the windowless environment of the virus factory, not aided by inadequate air conditioning, and set about preparing my stand for the last day of the SWPP Convention.