Goodnight friends! Frigid still, and grey with it today as well, the blanched pale grey that to me always feels like it suspends time in the last smouldering stub of dragging mid-afternoon. Gulls keen and jostle and fence in hectic clouds in the air, coming down in ungainly half sprawls onto the scuffed and pinging sheets of ice.
Another viewing expendition, each one a little more tiring and depressing, a litany of tiny pinched spaces, inaccessibility and dangerous/expensive cladding issues, especially demoralising in the feeble colourless winter light. On my way home I chanced to sit outside in the cold by the reservoir gazing at the gulls amd the ice sheets while I ate a sandwich, and I felt that giddy bursting forth euphoria that comes of realising quite clearly in the moment that you’re having a banal but totally new experience.
May we find a firm sense of persevering courage today!
