Finally, we have moved. I now sit looking out over the sea, admittedly with my view somewhat obscured by some scaffolding and green socky stuff, as there are men working on the outside of the building at the moment. But all is good!

View from just over the road

View from just over the road

This is fun. The wearables tracking people’s sleep patterns acknowledge where people were shaken awake by a recent earthquake in California.

I remember being woken by an earthquake once. Since we don’t tend to get them much in this country I assumed that my flat had been hit by a truck!

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Mindfulness therapy comes at a high price for some, say experts on The Guardian today:

The concern comes not from critics of mindfulness but from supporters, such as Dr Florian Ruths, consultant psychiatrist at the Maudsley hospital in south London. He has launched an investigation into adverse reactions to MBCT, which have included rare cases of “depersonalisation”, where people feel like they are watching themselves in a film.

“There is a lot of enthusiasm for mindfulness-based therapies and they are very powerful interventions,” Ruths said. “But they can also have side-effects. Mindfulness is delivered to potentially vulnerable people with mental illness, including depression and anxiety, so it needs to be taught by people who know the basics about those illnesses, and when to refer people for specialist help.”

His inquiry follows the “dark night” project at Brown University in the US, which has catalogued how some Buddhist meditators have been assailed by traumatic memories. Problems recorded by Professor Willoughby Britton, the lead psychiatrist, include “cognitive, perceptual and sensory aberrations”, changes in their sense of self and impairment in social relationships. One Buddhist monk, Shinzen Young, has described the “dark night” phenomenon as an “irreversible insight into emptiness” and “enlightenment’s evil twin”.

Yikes! I’ll just acknowledge that thought and let it glide by, I think…

Last week we stayed for two nights at the astonishingly lovely Eweleaze Farm campsite in Dorset.

It has gorgeous sea views, a pizza van and other hot food on sale, ice cream (the blackberry and the honeycomb flavours I can actively recommend, but I’m sure the others are just as loveable), a bakery and patisserie (yes you saw right, and not only that but my husband declared their pain au chocolat to be the best he’d ever eaten!), a shop full of organic stuff, and sheep, ponies, and a goat, to visit you in your tent! With open fires allowed, solar-powered showers and composting loos available, and the preponderance of the fairy-light decorated yurt onsite, there is a definite air of the boutique festival about the place.


The view from behind our tent and car

The view from behind our tent and car

My dissertation supervisor takes a rather cynical view about the processes of change within the NHS, and I suspect his pessimism is valid.

And this is just what this article on The Guardian is discussing…

Two years ago, I came across a great new way of writing healthcare software at an NHS hackday. The idea behind a hackday is that clinicians and software writers decide on an app for solving a “real-ward” problem; design and write it within 24 hours… Attracted as I was by all this disruptive thinking, I was worried that the young chaps writing apps would not realise three things; the importance of making their programmes interoperable, that regulators will demand proof that the apps are safe, and that selling and marketing software in the NHS IT chaos is a nightmare.