I went to visit a friend. I got there early. It is the story of my life. We are done here. OK, no we aren’t. But I did get to my friend’s house early enough to wander down the hill to her dock, having received a text that she was on her way…and a couple of guitar opportunities presented themselves. I love a moss covered hillside, half exposed stones and dappled sunlight. It was lovely – a splendid small break in a hectic day.