pics from yesterday

I'm here

So I cycled through town up to Euston, got the Tring train and wended my way to the lake via the gorgeous, cool, Grand Union Canal to be greeted by Cathie Hasler and a rucksack left by Alistair with such necessities as a thermarest and medicinal Laphroaig for my second night in the yurt. It's warm, quiet and very lovely here. All poppies and wood pigeons, low speed trains and lapwings.

We Aren't Here

Well, it's been so long since I was at the lake We Aren't Here seems more appropriate a name for the residency.

The Renga day didn't happen around midsummer - we are hoping to re-run it in the autumn, with more publicity. Fingers crossed.

And I'm pleased to say that I will be back for an overnighter later this month.