…or so the 10 tips on how to manage your blog commenced. But it’s a bit hard not to when it’s been drizzling miserably since Saturday. Still, the rooks were out in force in the park this morning – or were they ravens? I can never tell the difference: all I know is that ravens are mystical and romantic, the birds of Bran the Blessed of Celtic times, he whose head is buried at the White Tower of London, and rooks are squawky, loud birds that build ragged nests in tree tops and disturb the peace. Both give that strange, bouncing hop that seems common to all carrion birds. I saw vultures round a sheep’s carcass by the side of the road in Jalalabad, eastern Afghanistan, a long time ago, and they moved in exactly the same way.