Nice day, who cares about the sky?


One delight of writing this blog has been the number of people who direct me to things I should have known about but would never have actually found myself. It’s like having an intelligence network out there.

A book introduced to me this way was John Hull’s “Touching the Rock”. His story is a moving one. He had impaired vision from his mid teens onwards. It gradually got worse.

He had ups and downs over many years. He coped well, “And as I thought bravely”.

But eventually all sight was extinguished. He could no longer tell light from dark.

Losing this last sliver of vision altered his outlook in many everyday ways, most of them ones that simply wouldn’t occur to someone who hadn’t been there.

Now here is where the title of this post comes in. It’s one of Hull’s examples of his new world. I’m writing from memory…

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