Since this photo was taken in 2005, I've done a lot of travelling. And I'm older (you can do the math if you want: monster). Yesterday as we were driving on curvy mountain roads near a dormant volcano on El Hierro in the Canary Islands, I was reminded by Ignatius the Barn Builder's Apprentice how I've become a wary, nervous traveller, expecting danger around every curve (Ignatius the Barn Builder's Apprentice is a poor, easily distracted driver: to explain 'wary' and 'nervous'). I'm not sure I'd have gone to White Island in 2019. To be honest, I probably had no idea what the dangers were in 2005. I know I signed a release form with all of the usual "I understand this is an active volcano and I could die" wording, but I also know that I didn't read the entire form. I never read them. I never thought it could be me.
My heart goes out to the families of the missing people on White Island. I pray they are found.
I must be off,