I thought I saw flashes of lighting as I shaved this
morning. And I heard rumbles of thunder. And then the torrential rain hit.
I watched another episode of "The Handmaid's Tale" as I scoffed
toast. This morning's episode was an improvement on the one I watched last
night; perhaps I won't give up on it just yet. The trouble is that one of the
major characters is utterly inconsistent in his behaviour. One minute he is an
utter git; the next minute he's the hero of the day. Sometimes that sort of
thing works... but not with Commander
Lawrence. He really does come over as two different characters played by
the same actor.
I rather thought that the flashes of lighting and
booms of thunder would have bothered the dogs, but they slept right through
it. And slept through my getting ready for work too.
I set off to work; a young lady jogger came past as I
walked to my car. She'd got caught in a downpour and her white jogging kit had
gone transparent. She might as well have been in the nip for all that she was
keeping secret.
My car's thermometer said it was twenty degrees as I
set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how the
border processing area for car passengers going to Europe through Dover won't be ready in time for the summer
holidays.
Why on Earth not? Bearing in mind it is ten years (to
the day) since the Brexit vote when we as a country decided that this
sort of thing was *exactly* what we wanted, how much longer is this
going to take?
And there was endless talk about the Prime Minster;
both the one that is going and the one that is coming. It seems to me that the
recent spate of very short terms of premiership that we've been having lately
can't be good for the country.
I went to Sainsbury's to get a sandwich. The old bat
who supervises the self-service tills was on duty, and wasn't at all happy as I
emptied all of my loose change into the machine.
And so to work. I'd not been there for three weeks,
but it didn't take long to get back into the swing of things.
I did my bit and came home. Once I’d run round the
garden with a watering can “er indoors TM” boiled
me up a pizza and I went up to the woods.
I’d organised a geo-meet in the woods at “Via
lucem continens” (light walk). This is one of three remaining
exhibits of the “Stour Valley Arts” project in Kings Wood. The
brainchild of Łukasz Skąpski (artist, professor, and head of the
Department of Photography at the School of Painting and New Media of the
Academy of Fine Arts in Szczecin), it is two avenues of yew trees which
line a clearing which is about a hundred metres long. Standing at the stone at
the eastern end (the one on which I frequently get the dogs to pose for
photos), the twin avenues of yew trees supposedly frame the setting sun on
midsummer’s eve.
Or that was the plan when it was planted in 1999. I
wanted to find out if it really did.
The original plan was that it would be an evening dog
walk, but it was far too hot, which was a shame. My car’s thermometer said it
was thirty-eight degrees as I set off. Leaving
“er
indoors TM” and the dogs I went up
to the woods. I had a little walk about, and shortly after eight o’clock I made
my way to the clearing.
Nine of us turned out and chatted… and (would you believe
it) the sun did set at the end of the twin column of yew trees. It would
have looked a lot better if the trees had been pruned somewhat… but we had a
good meet up. I
took a few photos.
We left at the point when the sun had gone below the
tree line. I understand some people arrived after we’d gone…
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