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From one of my favorite museums The Wellcome Collection.



A recent train journey. I always try to get a better view of that little ruin when I take this route but it's sort of tucked away on a cliff and it's always so quick. I think it looks like a painting. When I was on the same journey last year not far from that same spot there was a field of sunflowers at the very edge of the cliff and looking down was the sea. Over the sea was a rainbow. It was absurdly picturesque.

I arrived into my home station at the same moment that I finished reading the last page of To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. I'm not sure that anything will be able to touch the supreme beauty of The Waves but it was an excellent book none the less. It's maybe a shame that I read The Waves only second after Mrs. Dalloway but I think I shall still be able to appreciate all of her books I have still to read.

How did he know? she asked. The wind often changed.
The extraordinary irrationality of her remark, the folly of women's minds enraged him. He had ridden through the valley of death, been shattered and shivered; and now she flew in the face of facts, made his children hope what was utterly out of the question, in effect, told lies. He stamped his foot on the stone step. 'Damn you,' he said. But what had she said? Simply that it might be fine tomorrow. So it might.
Not with the barometer falling and the wind due west.
To pursue truth with such astonishing lack of consideration for other people's feelings, to rend the thin veils of civilisation so wantonly, so brutally, was to her so horrible an outrage of human decency that, without replying, dazed and blinded, she bent her head as if to let the pelt of jagged hail, the drench of dirty water, bespatter her unrebuked. There was nothing to be said.









These are from the Imperial War Museum. I have such a fascination with the way paper looks, not just books but any kind of document or beautiful scrap. And why did I get so excited to see the enigma machine? I know nothing about cryptography at all! Somehow it made me feel really thrilled though. I have oddly noticed that half of my "holiday" pictures are usually of bits of paper that you cannot even necessarily read. Maybe it's just the appeal of marks on paper as I also enjoy making.








I got up really early today to practice Ashtanga yoga at 6.30am. I'm trying to start a daily practice but I'm building it up slowly as it's very intense and I'm trying not to wear myself out so I'm doing maybe every second day for a while or whatever I can fit in with work and things. It felt amazing to be to see the sunrise just as I left class. I noticed on a walk today that someone has "planted" all the old Christmas trees that must have been out for the rubbish collection. Makes them look very sad doesn't it? They could have made a little forest. It's a strange thing to do really, not planting the dead ones but cutting so many down. C'est Christmas!



Talking of trees there were many uprooted in the recent storms we had so it's very sad to see even more dead trees. I thought these chopped up ones looked like weird little owls.





The insides of the trees and all the rings are very beautiful, they are a little blood-like.







Time as he passes us has a dove's wing unsoiled and swift and of a silken sound.

Best to you guys and thanks for all the lovely messages, I really appreciate it, you guys make my day very often xx

P.S. Cherry is working on something for the near distant future.