So, someone has shifted another stepping stone - only by an hour this time, but it still annoys me that yet again the notice was minimal.  I am determined not to shoot the messengers, but I am practising my best scowl for the consultants.

Maybe my myopia is such that I am not so good at distinguishing basking turtles from stepping stones?  Just as I approach they sense I'm coming and swim away.

I'll just have to learn to walk on water...!  (Adrian Plass offers views on how that was/is done in A Year at St Yoricks)