At the supermarket car park – great Portland stone boulders marking boundaries and territories; the backbone of this sleeping giant needing its armour. Gathered small stones from the hardcore underneath; plenty of choice.
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Brighton: we breakfast at The Meeting Place watching the sea. On the beach complete kelp strands stream from my fingers – but how to hold them? I try high points on groynes, mounds of pebbles (there are no large ones to stack), and notch cuttlebones – the tower is precarious and falls: the day needs to go on – we leave before I get a parking ticket
Ashdown Forest and I set out to visit my trees and favourite haunts. A profusion of bracken arches over my head, catching the sunlight as it waves in the wind. Many attempts to hang and weave and shape are aborted. The grace and strength of the whole unbroken stem demands reverence.. tea awaits me with Jane at The Studio: hurrah!
a soft and soul-full morning walking the old railway track to check up on goats – 8 visible contentedly chewing the cud. A wild flower mosaic: pyramid orchid patches, bold buddleia, glowing dog roses – their delicate and large petals gradually became a focus for work. I collected only the fallen… the dew (and my spit) held them only briefly to these disused posts.