It is with extreme trepidation these days that I resort to pulling a target from the 200+ pool I created a few years back. What with TKR and the on-line RV group to which I belong (Starlight) there is generally enough for me to be getting on with.

Yet every so often something draws me back to the tousled draw full of numbered brown envelopes in my bedroom and I'll reach in for something to view. There are some interesting targets in there, if I remember rightly, an enticing blend of the esoteric and the personal. Hopefully I'll get one of those, whatever they were.

More often than not I'll pull a turkey. One of those targets set up years back before the vital importance of accurate tasking was hammered home through countless execrable cueings suffered at the hands of others. A real duffer, gauranteed to send you nowhere. Fast.

Take this morning, for instance. My co-ordinates sent me off into an odd little place to watch some guy with wild white hair loading objects into what looked like a coffin, or at least a long concave object of sorts. It seemed important to the man that this be done right. I got the impression that he was some kind of traveller, mentally if not physically...an iconoclast, even. Whatever he was doing it seemed important...if only I could make out what those objects were supposed to be, and why they were being deposited here.

My tasking cue?

DESCRIBE THE METHOD THROUGH WHICH PHYSICAL OBJECTS CAN BE TRANSPORTED THROUGH TIME.

Obviously my prior tasking self was looking for instructions for some kind of time machine, though quite how he expected to reach them through this cue alone is quite beyond me. As I sat there with my viewing sheets, my 45 minutes clearly wasted, I contemplated the possibility of transporting my own fist back through time and into the face of past-me at the time of writing that cue.

Perhaps, however, all was not in vain. Close examination of my session data reveals that I have indeed described the perfect method through which physical objects can be transported through time (as demonstrated by Dr Emmett Brown from Back to the Future, it would seem).

As a result I am experimenting by sending my guitar forward to this afternoon. I've transported it on via the downstairs cupboard, where I plan to go and check for its arrival at a little after three. Wish me luck.