I have been getting my brain fried the past few days trying to relate call-by-need and delimited continuations. Staring vacantly into space I noticed my little flying certificate from Cornwall. Happy memories, hence the post –

Granite cliffs around Land’s End, Cornwall taken from a Cessna 172 that I was flying.

(Yes it’s safe to let go of the controls of a small plane like that for a short while)

On foot this time.