Reliable reports of conversations in the school yesterday morning, while children were being deposited for their quotient of learning, include these gems:
1. "They're moving to Bridport". (Actually, not. But the moving van comes from Bridport).
2. "Bryan Ferry's moving in!".
3. "No, he's not - Rod Stewart's bought it!".
A separate firm of movers came this afternoon to move my piano to Diane's. I bought this from my Father (Wimborne's auctioneer for three decades) who had acquired it, in turn, from Wimborne's piano tuner. A fine Victorian upright, it cost me £10. Upright pianos were out of favour after the war & either given away or dumped. Diane's daughter Tilly has shown promise & application in her piano lessons. She now has an instrument worthy of her perseverance.
Above me & to the right is a nest of song thrushes. The mother is currently feeding the two young birds & has now flown away to collect more tasty morsels of earthworm. This is their second hatching in the nest this year. The first brood were lost: one young thrush fell from the nest & el crumpoed on the stone flags beneath; the second bird, healthy & stong, fell into the splash pool & was unable to get out. It drowned. So, we hope this team survive.
The plentiful tadpoles in the fishpond have sprouted back legs & will become frogs before we leave. Perhaps even princes. Rabbits cavort in front of & behind the house. Everywhere birds. The long, light summer evenings are georgeous.
The Guestbook deserves a better level of response than I am able to make at the moment, with movers & boxes all around. But I am especially interested in, & grateful for, the responses to the question: "Crimson enthusiasts - what draws you to Crimson? What is the energy within the music which powers / draws / interests / drives you?". This is, in my view, a particularly important question for those who give the question their best shot: what we recognise is an aspect of ourselves. In this sense, Crimson is a mirror.
David & I have begun to Ton Prob ProjeKct Three. P3 has a distinct character which becomes more distinct as we listen. How can it be that our listening to the music changes the music? But it does.
Other plentiful DGM business to report in the fulness of time. Now, tired & feebly, I blow you a kiss.
"We perceive our perceptions."
