I posted a photo on Instagram of a tiny peacock spider with vivid blue markings and two jauntily extended legs. I addressed it to the algorithm and added hashtags about nature, arachnids, photography and mating rituals.

Miska and Bray arrived back from Bali but their luggage didn’t. The tetchy young man at the baggage claim counter took their details, thrust a piece of paper at them with some numbers on it and told them their luggage would be delivered by courier the next day. They’ll text you, he said. Next. Three days went by. This is so fucked, Bray said several times each day.

It was the great pleasure of the judges (Campbell Mattinson, Clare Strahan and me) to read through the 400 submissions for the Overland Story Wine Prize, whittling down the excellent offerings to our top twelve, and rereading those a number of times to determine the winner and runners-up. Each judge was impressed with the diversity, cleverness and pathos of the submissions.