poyntz bridge by katharine eastman
Yes I shall be the first to admit that I am treading water quite a lot lately - though that isn't necessarily a bad thing. After all if you are a world famous minimal techno musician like me (please don't shatter my dreams and tell me it just ain't so) then that doesn't really leave a lot of leeway to suddenly go off and make my death-metal mistresspiece. And also, even though this thing took me a LOT less time to make than it would take you to get even halfway through it, that too can be a good thing - it means that I am sticking to what I know, and that is always less embarrassing than when I do things I don't know. E.g. I am better at driving a car than I am at driving a jumbo jet. [ LATER = I've now heard a bit of this thing and I really like it ]
But anyway this gives me a chance to talk about myself - so yesterday I again popped over to Chichester and this time walked south, down the canal and then I left the canal and kept on going south till I hit Pagham Harbour - not an especially long walk by my amazing nomadic map-eating standards. And I must admit that I had thought it would be a bit of a dull walk, but I quickly fell in love with it - 90% of my wanderings were along paths and silent lanes (and towpaths) that I'd never walked before and of course there are the blackberries - if you ever get tongue-tied conversationally with passing strangers this summer then just raise the topic of blackberries, everyone comes alive - at last !!!
And yes, yesterday the people were overall very friendly and very cheerful. I do wonder why it varies so much from day to day and place to place. And wasn't the weather odd yesterday. All the time I was walking it was cloudy and warm. But as soon as the train started up to take me home it absolutely poured with a deluge the likes no train had ever seen before and the sun went out like a full eclipse and it was like that all the way home and yet when I stepped out of the train at the end of it all everywhere was dry and everyone was tired and no one believed me when I told them what I'd just been through. More and more all of life feels like a dream. I hope you are experiencing the same thing. It is fun isn't it - like your own private arrow-shower, out of sight, some other place's rain.
recorded this morning, photo Chichester yesterday
