16.48
DGM HQ.
A day of stuff, both paper & analogue…
… addressing several arising concerns, including the formation of the GCIRP; and continuing to process a notion that would add much distress to my life. I have not calculated the possible benefits of this.
What’s this on the desk? I…
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And a specialist tome I…
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Plus an antiquarian (1835) delight…
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These are all gifts, the first & second from their authors. The Rev. Keene is not of my acquaintance, although his work is now; this a birthday present from pals in Holland.
A present given in Argentina, a DVD of various KC viddies, is valuable for the archives, although a mixed blessing in terms of personal delight. Its value to me is as a series of external reference points, to see from an impartial standpoint & with distance, how the poor man I inhabit has dealt with decisions taken that then fall to him to honour.
New York Central Park 1973…
Munich 1982…
Still together after all these years…
Tony & Billy & Bobby & Belew…
And moving right along…
… DGM’s bathroom is having its shower re-vibrated…
Water was dripping through the ceiling into my office below. An excruciating noise of drilling & hammering for much of this afternoon, right above my head, has provided opportunities for relaxation & focus that I have been quite unable to seize. All in all, a fraught day of exhaustion & terror alleviated by the kindnesses referred to above.
17.40 Final signatures on cheques, final discussion with David, now off to Wilton en route to Bredonborough.
20.54 In Wilton, Mr. Romain of AJ Romain & Sons’ Wonder Antiquities of Joy & Delight was waiting I…
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This evening I was invited into the Secret Garden I…
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This is the oak planted as an acorn by Mr. Romain’s daughter, 40 years ago…
A rose by any other name…
And this is right in the centre of town…
Farewell to Mr. Romain…
… passing the Pembroke Arms…
… and Wilton House…
… towards the Enchanted Skies over Salisbury Plain…
… with Magic Bumps…
… and a pile of big stones aka Stonehenge…
… along the A303 East…
… with traffic, some of it perhaps heading towards Glastonbury.
Home. Yippee!
"Hearing transforms sound into music."
