It was a weekend bookended by pied wagtails, as all good weekends should be.
Thing 1 – Pied Wagtail No. 1
I met this juvenile on platform 15 at Clapham Junction station. It wanted food. I had no food.
Thing 2 – Questions Questions
The FT ran this nice Q&A in which I struggle with the concepts of the afterlife and the absence of suffering. (I confess I was surprised to see myself described as a composer – better get on with writing that symphony, then…)
Thing 3 – Hats
To Love Supreme, where we heard great music and everyone was friendly and having a good time and wherever I stood there was someone wearing a cool hat in front of me.
It felt like a sign, so I bought one of my own.
Thing 4 – Moon
As the day ended, and Grace Jones (looking and sounding identical to the way she looked and sounded when I first encountered her music some forty years ago) eased into My Jamaican Guy, the moon did that thing it does and I managed to get a shonky photograph of it doing that very thing.
Thing 5 – Pied Wagtail No. 2
And just before that I’d heard a sharp 'chizzick' and looked up (because you always look up when you hear a sharp 'chizzick') and sure enough there was the second pied wagtail of the weekend flying over my head with its distinctive bouncing flight. I would have got a photograph of it but it was gone in an instant so I didn’t. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
Thing 6 – July
Wimbledon. Tour de France. Broad beans to pod.
It must be July.
For me the pied wagtails steal the show. My hat is very much like the man, to the right, of the man in the hat in the first pic 😁
My broad beans are over now, do love the smell when podding them.