Sometimes a long walk helps with issues: not necessarily reaching conclusions, but to scatter the detritus that impairs clear thought.
There is a fig tree in the walled garden behind Cumberland House Museum. To see it close I have to go a little out of my way, yet I am often drawn to it - I couldn't tell you why. A fig tree fruits twice a year - first in the spring, yielding small fruit which tend not to survive the frosts, then again in the late summer or autumn, when the main crop appears. These are the best fruit.
I went to see the fig tree this morning. It reminded me that some things take time, and the best are worth waiting for.