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Diary: Monday 12th June

Cloudy, and wind. Light at 3.30 am.
Look outside. Rabbit hops along. Bottom of new hedges protected.
Went back to sleep. Woke up really late and long breakfast to lunch.

Radio: profile Arlene Foster DUP. Troubles and death. Uncertainty on election grows.
Soul Music Radio 4
Sandy Denny Who Knows Where the Time Goes. Wrote from nowhere when she was 17. Confident on stage, very unconfident off stage. Depression, drinking etc with duffucult marriage. Seems like she committed suicide through falling down stairs.

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it’s time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it’s time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it’s time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time

For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?

Read more: Sandy Denny – Who Knows Where The Time Goes? Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Interview with young songwriter ren harvieu who had been out with friends. In dark they were jumping over hedges. One did not see her and jumped on top and broke her back. As she was pain relieved suddenly started singing the song. Nina simone rendering also.

After lunch go for a walk and take more photos and video of sea, gets over my shoes. Shingle between the toes.

Read Kovats drawing water. Quote from Salman Rushdie on Haroun and the Sea of Stories. This provided an important inspiration for Assignment 4: You Are Here  Moot and Other Tales

The Kovats book itself discusses:

  • Drawing as lines of discovery.
  • Mapping
  • 3D under the oceans

This suggested ideas: slowing down time. Time looking back. Not frenetic.

Van is a shell sheltering from the storm.

Go back out again before it gets dark.