Friday, April 17, 2009

Workspace, blown over and at height.

1. When the horizon draws near because of rain and mist, it is a fine thing to sit in an armchair near an upstairs window with some work to do

2. Watching a curled paper strip whirled over a cliff edge, and seeing it rising and falling as the wind pleases for a satisfyingly long time, until it falls into the sea.

3. To stand on the top of a hill -- near a trig point -- and to feel the wind against my back.

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...