Friday, November 05, 2004

Whirl, jaybird and deer.

1. Dead leaves scuttering on the road.

2. A jay in an Atlantic cedar.

3. My grandmother recounting how she told a builder in the room over the corridor that there were deer in the field outside her window, and he came through and had a look because he had never seen deer in the wild.

Consolation, Effra and icing.

1. I flee Tunbridge Wells and its water woes for a day of wandering London with my aunt. A bit of Turner, a bit of Constable and some miscel...