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In the cellar with Phil
may 29 6am got up at half five for the dawn chorus. there wasn’t one. What made me think of Phil? Three or four years ago Matt moved into the ground floor flat next door. He was cheery and neighbourly … Continue reading
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close to home
I’ll just get this out of the way first – I’m not a moany old git all the time although the temptations and provocations are many – it’s an ad at the bus stop: What on earth does it mean? … Continue reading
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Maria and the museum in Exochori
April 18, as scribbled in my notebook: a story which she will never forget – not any detail of it – and which I cannot remember. as it rolled and swelled I did a kind of orchestration by saying, every … Continue reading
Water, water….
I was away for a couple of weeks and when I came back the street was strangely quiet. No orange pink plastic barriers, no drilling or digging, no temporary traffic lights, no heaps of clay, no cheerful PR sign boards. … Continue reading
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Water again, fresh excavations.
The villagers of Little Downham in Cambridgeshire made a cart shed out of green oak and recycled 19th century bricks next to their thriving community orchard and woodland. In the shed are various information boards; one tells us that half … Continue reading
Water: lids and covers, and illustrations of love
feb 8 two water related experiences today and two new water related words. A. As I was coming out of Finsbury Park station today I heard an announcement: be careful said the voice, because there was an ingress of water. … Continue reading
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Hand baked etc. no 7, love etc.
february 3 I was approached on the path that leads to St Paul’s from the millennium footbridge by two young men who asked if they could ask me about love. They had a tripod with a smart phone clipped onto … Continue reading
Water – meanders
(After the New River – ) After the New River I began to think about water mills. And I received a recovered memory. In Bosnia in about 1969, (not that we knew at the time that it was Bosnia, we … Continue reading
Water – a diversion through Switzerland, a tributary
I spent a few wet days in the Kiental, in Switzerland, in 2012. Looking again at my photos I see that water became the subject. Like many valleys in that part of the Alps, between the Valais and the Bernese … Continue reading
more on (Thames)water
I had meant to go back to the beginnings of my recent experiences of water, in Greece, last year, to get away from this late January moment in London where water is not quite liquid, not quite frozen; a sticky … Continue reading
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like a little black book 