Six (Brief) Things...

...from the weekend

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.

NB the bean pod at the bottom with a slightly sad face

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