Welcome to Sunday, 29 August 2010. This is what it looked like where we were:
This week, those of us who take part in the Gallery have been asked to take part in an almighty photo journal, a "what we all did on our Bank Holiday Sunday", a snapshot of blogging life, on one, for most of us probably not particularly important, Sunday in August.
Because for three bloggers, Sian, Josie and Eva, it was an incredibly important day. On 27 August, they flew out to Bangladesh to see first hand the work that Save The Children are doing. They are already sending amazing posts, photos and tweets back. Please think of them, read what they write, and support Save the Children.
Back in Blighty, and a million emotional and humbling miles from the poverty they are experiencing, this is what we did. The Floors Castle Massed Pipe Bands Day. A wonderfully Scottish, goose-pimple-inducing, paddling-pool-fishing, falconry-watching, umbrella-sheltering, roast-hog-eating, caber-tossing, skirling, dancing, marching celebration of the idiosyncracies, charm, and weather that the British Bank Holiday (despite it not actually being a bank holiday in Scotland) is all about:
I have a shame-faced admission. I have amended this post after publishing, because I failed totally to put in the most important part - about the work Sian, Josie and Eva are doing for Save the Children, with the Blogladesh initiative. I suppose that's a neat image for the way in which we all (at least I hope it's not just me) have brilliant intentions of doing something that helps those less fortunate, but get wrapped up in our own lives and forget to do even the little we can. I am very ashamed, and apologise to them, and to Tara, who wanted to use the Gallery to publicise what they are doing.
In my defence, I'd left blank the paragraph I was going to put in so I could put the links in, then forgot to do so at midnight last night after a six hour drive and a bad night the night before, then published the post, then linked to the Gallery from my phone and the train, then realised and spent the rest of the day traipsing round London looking desperately for an internet cafe so I could make the amendment. Without succcess. I did fall in the Round Pond though, so I've got my comeuppance...