Bredonborough Lights out c waking
12.41
Bredonborough.
Lights out c. 22.45, waking c. 00.15. Getting up, returning to bed c. 02.00.
Rising to today c. 09.35, the Devil Bug in retreat.
The Minx called at 10.00 en route to Canterbury, my default alarm call, while I was feeding WillyFred his breakfast
Into the Cellar for morning reading…
A knock at the front door: the postman.
A knock at the back door: Garden Meeting with head gardener Matthew c. 11.40. The water has risen overnight, significantly further up the garden I…
II...
III...
I am reminded of how, for decades, the mundane has acted to deny and prevent the creative life; for example, in composition. And, eventually, has arguably triumphed.
14.12 Skype call to Tom, Child Of Chaos, safe at home in NJ.
16.29 E-flurrying. Late lunch and to practicing: the First Secondary Exercise and its various forms.
To the Cellar I…
II...
… c. 18.40 for the non-industry disputation and dissension, continuing on.
And enough for the Cellar today. More practicing ahead.
01.20 Practising done. The forms of the First Secondary continue developing, with FraKctured to encourage agility. And doesn’t it just.
