I can hardly believe it’s the second week already.
I’ve got to one of the early really emotional scenes in the show. I am feeling my way around it and mulling things over in my mind. I don’t want to rush it, I’m savouring it instead. Yet again it’s first love. I wonder why I always find myself writing about it.
I took the ideas with me on a walk and discovered one of my old friends in the field opposite -how could any creature look that silly and still keep it’s snobbish air?
I also disturbed a heron down by the river but didn’t get a photograph. I was so close – such a huge clattering of wings and legs – I could almost touch it.