An Artist and her Bus Pass
I am on a lonely road and I am travelling, sang Joni Mitchell in a song I like very much. But her problem could be considered quite the opposite of…
The Artist’s Date
Like everyone, Covid has affected my life in a zillion random ways. While I've had the very good fortune not to get sick, I'm somewhat weighted by certain repercussions. No…
The Hawks Nib
It’s a Butey!
Tuesday 20 JulyI sit at the window of a kitchen that is mine for the week, like a cat safe in the knowledge its curiosity won't kill it here. On…
A Quickie
Where has the time since my last post gone? I wonder if now I'm that old time moves in odd ways; or, rather, the way I experience time has changed?…
Stinging Sixties
Thanks to my parents not being able to keep their hands off each other for, preferably, another twenty years, a week ago I became sixty. I've known it was going…
Early Spring Walk
Lockdown, One Year On.
Tuesday was the anniversary of lockdown, here, and I meant to write this post then. But I had my first jag on Monday and looking at the computer screen gave…
Bloody Marvellous!
https://youtu.be/sJmc78h3EFsSunday Music* I've been a fan of Erik Satie ever since I read that he always wore one of (I think it was) fourteen (but feel free to put me…
Apple Lane
The Dig
Me, digging – pulling silly faces for the camera is easier than trying to look not-hideous these days. Saturday 27 February 2021The rain has abated and, although you wouldn't call…
Embracing the Strange
It struck me, as I lambasted myself for having watched three You Tubes in a row on how to get the most out of Big Sur, that instead of fighting…
In the Liminal
Lost in the In-Between I seem to have fallen between the cracks again. The cracks in democracy – I knew the Republicans wouldn't have the guts, but all the same,…