I wrote something for The Guardian’s Mind Your Language blog. Yay for taking it slow!
Friday evening was spent at my mother-in-law’s cottage in Ystradgynlais, Wales. This fellow’s name is Basset.
"Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy! A celebration!"
An Evening with Ray Bradbury 2001 (by University of California Television (UCTV))
Exploring our new London Bridge neighborhood. It’s delightful how often we’ll turn a corner to discover a new street or alley with some strange collage of old and new.
Slowing down time.
Phillip K Smith III: Lucid Stead (Joshua Tree, California 2013)
Paris time capsule.
Living room window, dusk. I’m starting to feel like a vaguely understand the manual settings on my camera!
“I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.”
Today Jackie and I went for afternoon tea at the Tea Rooms in Stoke Newington. I love the ritual of British high tea: the cream and perfect squares of brown and white sugar for the tea, the china, the tiny sandwiches, little cakes and homemade jams and clotted cream.
Clotted cream. :)
The Old Vic, London.