Goodnight friends! A gorgeous azure day with thin, glassy carp scale clouds and trees glittering brass-bright with captured sunlight. Caressing, almost spring-like 13°c for most of the daylight hours, the occasional firey sumac and profusions of curling orange bracken in the steep hedgerows. Ivy-leaved toadflax and fleabane flourishing in sheltered cracks and crevices of stones.
The designated big outing day of the holiday, feeling very lucky for such fair weather as we took in Bodiam castle, a decayed but still striking building that’s almost the prototype of the imagined castle in Britain. We clambered up precarious spiral staircases and stooped under ominous low stone arches. As much walking, and certainly on as uneven terrain, as I’ve managed in a good while. Very grateful again for chance to float in a jacuzzi once we got back, and for a more restful day tomorrow.
May we find renewed confidence in our capacity amd agency today!
Image ID: Photo of Bodiam castle, a starkly rectangular 13th century castle of pale grey and cream sandstone washed pale gold by late morning sunlight, sheer walls emerging abruptly from the water of its wide moat edged by copper-boughed trees, mirrored towers barely rippling in a reflected bright blue sky.
Photo of a sandstone wall, the regular neat checks of ancient mason’s marks overwritten by pockmarks of weathering and overlapping tangled layers of carved initials, some shallow scratches or faded into unintelligible grooves while raking light picks up the deeply incised serifs of others.
