There's really good news on the TV this morning, Frank Gardener, the BBC Security Correspondent shot during the Gulf War was back at work today. Confined to a wheelchair he's haunted by the memories of the shooting and by dreams in which he thinks he can walk and run. It has to terrible, the memories and the long road ahead and all the time the knowledge that his cameraman, Simon Cumbers, wasn't as lucky as him and that he died in the attack.

Day one, and quite a productive one. Almost all the people on the course have used Unix before and I have to admit I was a little worried about coping with Vi and the other subtleties of the operating system. That said I didn't cope too badly with it all and left quiet pleased. It was a lovely afternoon to drive back and I came off the main roads to drive past the fields, freshly ploughed, the soil warming in the sun.

After an hour of picking up email and working I set out to find somewhere to eat. I was aiming for Broughton, a decision based purely on the name, when I swung away from that route and headed to Lincoln instead. The road over the top of the hills have a good view of the power stations, orange in the sun. It was a nice quiet road with few cars, small villages and a toll bridge.

In Lincoln I headed for the old part of the town and to parking stress. If you are ever in Lincoln read the parking machine directions. After trying a pound, two pounds and 50p none of which seemed to work I moved the car to a different car park with the same issue I read the directions. You have to put in the numbers of your car registration, I guess to stop you being kind and passing on our ticket to someone else....

I was right to come to Lincoln. The cathedral looked amazing bathed in late evening sun, burnt orange, warming the stones, the clock chiming away.

So after taking a few pictures I set off for somewhere to eat. This end of the city seems to have only a few restuarnts and they were all full so I set off down the hill into the main part of the city. The streets are a little odd and the nicest seemed to be Pizza Express...

So after a meal and back up the hill, a few pictures of the cathedral at night and a listen to the owl I'm back here, ready to read, sleep and listen to the pigs in the field outside my window.