the sun is breaking through the fog, we’ve gathered up a little of the wrapping paper that Crumble has scattered … and I’ve been ‘slow’ listening and reading. Listened to Andrew Marr interview David Hockney -just listened … lots in there about paying attention, about light and colour and ipad drawing, and now I know that abstract painters don’t, apparently, use much green. Hockney’s RA exhibition sounds interesting–especially having heard about some of the ideas behind its construction. A date for my diary.
Then with coffee and toast I slowly read an A D Millar, (he of Snowdrops) short story in the Economist .. need to practise that lots more. I wonder where rereading fits with slow reading and close reading … mmmm.
Walked one of my favourite routes yesterday morning -along the set aside by the edge of the woods and then up the hill, throwing sticks for Crumble, watching birds flit in and out of the hedgerows, the house a glow of terracotta in the distant glow.