Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Dirty weather, sails and calm.

We spent this day at the Trafalgar celebrations from a colleague's yacht.

1. Watching a rainstorm come in across Portsmouth harbour. The sky started off clear and blue; filled with lumpy clouds like scrambled eggs and then turned evil school uniform grey. The rain followed - enormous, stinging drops pocking a peaked up sea.

2. Tall ships against a mass of bristly destroyers.

3. Coming off a choppy sea and into a still harbour.

Hoarders, flowers and technology.

1. In a low voice he reels off the names of the muscles where I have been hoarding all this tension. 2. He comes home with posies of flowers...