That was a good start. Wake at half five after a really interesting dream. Go outside. Twice-dark: clouds and night. Faint rain. Make tea. Leaves bought yesterday, not a teabag, in the old green teapot. Cut to: meet the school bus at 7.35. Drive on to Pendower Beach, go walking with the dog. Tide gone out to the flat sand after the slope; one other walker in the far distance towards Carne. Back to the car, back to the house, feed the hens and the ducks, make coffee - bought fresh yesterday - gather up some sticks for the log burner, open up this thing - and it's not even nine. Follow that.
I shall go to The Cave later and ask Hazel if she has anything feng shui for these windows. Struck me last night, maybe I dreamed it, that this room is on a slope going down to the water. Not exactly Hong Kong; this isn't a financial district and there aren't mountains at the top of the slope, not real ones anyway. But it would be interesting to address issues of flow, access, wind and water. The windows. Candles and light. Actually - thinking of Hazel's shop with Hong Kong in the background - dragons. I wonder. I found the bells again, which is a marker.
Theme: the impact of small changes. Moving the cast-iron table and its two chairs under cover; not letting clutter develop; not just setting things aside to do later. And on that subject, the time to unpack that suitcase so that I can repack it for Toronto - the suitcase, I mean, that I have been stepping round since the weekend - is now.
I shall go to The Cave later and ask Hazel if she has anything feng shui for these windows. Struck me last night, maybe I dreamed it, that this room is on a slope going down to the water. Not exactly Hong Kong; this isn't a financial district and there aren't mountains at the top of the slope, not real ones anyway. But it would be interesting to address issues of flow, access, wind and water. The windows. Candles and light. Actually - thinking of Hazel's shop with Hong Kong in the background - dragons. I wonder. I found the bells again, which is a marker.
Theme: the impact of small changes. Moving the cast-iron table and its two chairs under cover; not letting clutter develop; not just setting things aside to do later. And on that subject, the time to unpack that suitcase so that I can repack it for Toronto - the suitcase, I mean, that I have been stepping round since the weekend - is now.