Friday, August 13

The weather has promised wintry storms this weekend, so we race down to Pellinge to experience them first-hand. When we get there they fail to materialise so I mow the grass instead.

I wander in and out of the house for various reasons and, on one trip, I photograph a random piece of wall. I had found myself thinking about the things that prove evocative when you look back on them. This corner, where the room joins the kitchen, will prove evocative when I look back on it, I think, and so I preserve it for looking back on later.

We will sit outside when the mowing has finished and then move inside when the evening darkness arrives faster than we expected.