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I'll do more of a full summary of the latter half of the Whitby week in a while, but in the meantime, it appears that the heavy cold that I seem to have brought back to London from Whitby (along with assorted Botham's biscuits and Justin's chocolates) has turned out to be Covid in disguise, back for a second assault on my system - although currently it's maintaining its pretence at being a heavy cold in "non-stop nose hose" guise. A number of other people who were at Whitby have since also tested positive, so it's no great surprise, but I am feeling a little irked that I wasn't as assiduous at using my mask as I should have been.