So this is the time to make a fresh start. One or two of my friends have given up alcohol (for the month), I'm sure others have made resolutions (which seem not to be talked about), but for all of us, the numbers are rolled back and we can each of us set off again, perhaps in a new direction. You've got to admire the courage of anyone setting off in a flimsy home-made vessel, with no equipment on a dangerous voyage, believing they'll get there eventually and be able to do something useful - possibly even encourage someone else to do something similar... This is the story of one such, as true as I can make it. It's a circular voyage in several senses - the vessel is circular; the destination is only a beginning, for it ends where it began; the willows start in the ground, grow but are then pushed back in; and the speaker sees himself as but a small cog, transmitting something much bigger and more powerful than himself. I hope - dare I say believe? - that poe