It finally feels like it might be April. The sky icy blue with wisps of fairweather cloud, striped across with contrails. In sheltered places, warmth in the sun. The wrens singing their hearts out. Queen bumblebees on curved trajectories among the gorse flowers ( Read more... )

My car is back. I celebrated by going to the supermarket this morning. *sighs* Well, it's not like there's any daylight out there for photography, anyway... So. Very. Grey ( Read more... )

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Finished re-reading In Pursuit of Spring. Commissioned to write a travelogue, in March 1913 Edward Thomas sets off to cycle from London to the Quantocks, dodging the rain, through a landscape of lanes lined with elms, and fields full of pewits; stopping here and there to eavesdrop on the conversations of the locals, read the inscriptions on the ( Read more... )

Withdrawal symptoms after a week immersed in watching all 32 episodes of the Turkish fantasy Şubat. Loved it (though it would have been a lot better if it had ended at episode 31). Loved the Istanbul setting, the total lack of anything resembling realism, or sense - all rules of verisimilitude and plot logic suspended. The way that even the ( Read more... )

Two days into a three-day storm. It's wild. It's grey. The wind is full of light rain. But it's not cold.

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The rain stopped and the wind swung round to the north. Word of the day: raw. A raw, crack-your-cheeks wind. But it's nice to see some sun - maybe we won't all develop rickets, after all. (No, it'll be scurvy, instead, now that the ports have been blockaded and our imports of fruit have been cut off... Relish those clementines while you can ( Read more... )

Yes, I do know it's not Wednesday. In theory. Being on furlough still, I have no empirical proof.

Not much reading going on these past few months... ( Read more... )

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( Books read, television watched... )