Yesterday I began reading Nigel Watson's delightful book about UFOs of the First World War (as you do). But fifty pages in, I found myself reading about a sighting of "mystery airship" by two policemen which took place just up the road in Wotton-Under-Edge in January 1913.

I wasn't expecting that!

Nigel's footnote gives his reference as the edition of the Dursley, Berkeley and Sharpness Gazette published on Saturday, 25th January 1913. I was able to track down a different report in the Cheltenham Chronicle of the same date which is stored in the British Newspaper Archive (you'll need to register to read the page, but it's free; the story is at the bottom of column five) and learned that the policemen were Sgt. Packer and Constable Garner. According to the Cheltenham Chronicle, the two men noticed the "airship" as it appeared to be flying over the village of Hawkesbury Upton, and making in the direction of Swindon. That means that they were looking south-southeast and the object was at least four miles away; when they first noticed it, it would already have been heading away from them in an easterly direction so suggesting that it had come from Wales is based on the assumption that it hadn't changed course. The reporter continued, "The policemen tell me that they were quite positive it was an air-ship, and one of an unusually large type."

It's an intriguing tale, although I think it's more likely that they had seen a large meteor as it disintegrated in the upper atmosphere, much further away and at a much greater altitude.

The nation mourned a dog yesterday. The death of a thirteen-year-old Patterdale terrier mix called Ted made headline news but if you've ever watched an episode of Mortimer and Whitehouse: Gone Fishing you'll know exactly why it did.

This week hasn't felt quite as bad as last week. It seems like I have a little more energy and even though I'm still not sleeping very well, I don't feel quite as exhausted as I did. The good weather has helped, and releasing the new album (see below) boosted my spirits as well. I've been trying to overcome the inertia that descended on me after FAWM and sending the broken Ibanez back meant that I had one less task looming over me that my ADHD brain really didn't want to have to deal with.

I've also been more successful in not taking naps in the middle of the afternoon, which were almost certainly making things worse rather than better—although it doesn't count as a nap if you're just lying down to listen to music on headphones with your eyes closed, right?

It still feels like I have a long way to go before I will be able to tell myself that I'm feeling healthy again, but the longer days have definitely started to improve my mood. I saw some swifts flying over the village yesterday, and that always makes me feel better.

It's Bandcamp Friday once again today. The site will waive their cut of transaction fees until 08:00 BST tomorrow morning, which means, for example, that if you bought a download of my latest album What The Eye Doesn't See, I will get slightly more money out of the deal than I normally would. Which is nice, obviously.

I always try to support artists I admire when Bandcamp runs these events and I've already spent more on other people's music than I've received from people buying mine, but I'm totally fine with that. I'm fortunate enough to have funds which enable me to help sustain independent artists a little bit, so that's what I do.

But all the same, I am very grateful to all the people who have already bought my new album. You folks rock!