11.34
DGM HQ.
The telephone, in the office of the Village Store, has been ringing constantly this morning. The ringing, through the wall, is louder in this office than the DGM telephone. Most likely Chalke Valley residents are after their birds for Christmas lunch.
19.29 This afternoon I visited my Parents in Witchampton Churchyard.
An English parish church…
Parents are up the top & in the back row…
In the middle, back row…
A wreath from Children to Parents…
Fernhill House is over there…
This is where my Wife accepted me in marriage …
I have no difficulty in returning to this place, and standing here once again. It is the same place, it is more than the same place, and years of personal history are here in the earth beneath my feet. In this village, my Great Great Great Great Great Grandfather Robert Fripp died in 1752. My Grandfather Austin lived in the cottage next to the church (to the left of this j-peg) shortly after he left the Royal Marines (c.1930). At Fernhill House, my Aunt Betty was in service & lived in the attic c. 1931-2. This was my home from 1980-1987. It was from Fernhill House that I walked to the Church to marry Toyah on May 16th. 1986. Where I stand is where we buried my Father in 1984, and my Mother in 1993.
The spirit of place has power. This is the Fripp family village; my fate line is rooted here, but destiny took me elsewhere.
When I visit my Parents, tears are never far away. Not of sorrow, quite, but missing company that, especially at Christmas, shone bright.
Returning to DGM HQ & a long discussion with David on the creative life & wrestling with one’s Muse.
21.34 A quoteable quote in response to an enquiry…
In Soundscapes, and other looping musics, the consequences of our actions return to haunt us - very quickly; and provide us an opportunity to address the repercussions of our decisions, indecisions & non-decisions - immediately. If only all of life were like this.
"The foundation of learning is play."
