So HRH Princess Anne of England wants to gas The Badgers. Didn’t Hitler do something like that? #SICK
Looking out over the fields from my parents window i see many things. Green and yellow. Blue and white. Grass, crops, sky and clouds; but the main thing i see is the past. The same summer view there always was, but the eyes absorbing the landscape are older and more jaded than they were; but the retinas more experienced. The face containing them is further south, bigger, older, weathered-hairy. Back to the destination where life began with the people who created it. I always feel still here, like time is moving slower than anywhere else. My brain feels out of focus.
Back in a room that was once clad in Kylie posters. A room where i entertained ex-partners, made work for the Arts Council, created my degree show, stroked my dead dogs and played my organ. A room that has so many memories, which now seem to mean nothing. Memories are only that. Thoughts of the past which have little significance in todays incarnation of me.
Daily life this week has been pretty varied. Moving house, a festival launch, art galleries with friends, painting a house, cycling again for the first time in years. Happy days filled with people i love.Tonight will be quite and peaceful i hope; the cows and sheep in the surrounding fields will hopefully be providing the soundtrack. I can happily stay here for another two weeks. Life is calm and still pre transit.