Day 0297

Routine walk, work, cook, draw. Lost myself in some coding for a while, enjoyed the sense of purpose and achievement, despite it being more or less useless in itself.

Wonderful reds, vivid yellows, distant shimmers of silver in the trees in the hedgerows. Wish there were fewer cars, no people and more rights of way. Think of the peasant poet and how he used to roam for uninterrupted hours; impossible now when even a quiet byroad has footfall and horses and the occasional car.

Crushed chestnuts, clouds in puddles, wind in wires, skylarks and big brown fields.