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Moving

Walking West

Sunset seen over Rowhedge on the opposite bank of the River Colne last night. Taken on my evening riverside walk in Wivenhoe, Essex.

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Moving

Waxing Crescent 2

The reflective moon playing coy on last night’s walk west along the river Colne in Wivenhoe, Essex.

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Living

SSW 24mph

On a day of high winds and a high tide, I went out front to see if the flood barrier had been closed. If not, I wanted to know whether I needed sandbags at the apartment.

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Living

The Barefoot Lecturer

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On Tuesday 17 March 2020, I was sent home from work. It was time to start lecturing from home. I said farewell to as many of my colleagues and students as I could find. It was an already much quieter City of London as I walked through Smithfield and Charterhouse Square on my way from Farringdon to Liverpool Street.

Four months, and an uninterrupted work schedule later, I am told that I am expected back in the lecture theatre to deliver in person in September exactly 6 months to the day since I was last there. In the meantime, I have been reminded that I am not cut out for 7 hours + per day sitting at a computer, that I miss my colleagues and the City of London dearly and that I enjoy moving around to interact with students while lecturing.

Now, I also enjoy being barefoot and so, in that respect, working from home has suited me fine. I’ve been Zoom-ready from the waist up; smart shirts, full make-up, ear-rings, all accessorised by the professional smile. From the waist down, it’s been yoga leggings and bare feet. So, while my face is work-mask-ready, my feet are most definitely not work-shoe-ready.

Will the shoe fit?

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Moving

Grazing Rights

…Or why there were cows in my front yard last week.

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Living

The Clock Struck 12.

A view north from Trinity Street, Colchester on a day in late May.

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Living

Empty Nest

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A few weeks ago, two robins decided that the garden shed was the site for their next nest. On Mothers’ Day, 10 May, I found out that they had hatched six chicks in a plant pot – high on a shelf, at the back of the shed. Day after day, I watched the two robins flying back and forth with food. From time to time, I’d peer through the window, and would catch a glimpse of a fledgling. This weekend, the parent robins stopped flying into the shed through the hole on the roof and out through the gap in the door. I opened the door wide, and stood back. No noisy intervention or fly-by from the parents – the fledglings had flown, leaving an empty nest.

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Moving

Waxing Crescent

As the days draw longer, I enjoy my evening walk more. On Monday I strolled along the edge of Cymbeline Meadows towards the sunset, to catch sight of the moon, waxing crescent as it rose. I respect the older trees; here long before me, here long after me, their constancy reassures me.

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Appreciation

‘The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.’

Amelia Earhart, quoted in ‘Soaring Wings : A Biography of Amelia Earhart’ (George Palmer Putnam, 1939)

Appreciation

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Making

Glazed – Handle with Care.

Last year, I visited Nassos Keramik on the island of Rhodes, Greece. This particular outlet has been producing handmade ceramics in a traditional style since 1964. Its founder, Nassos Mylonas, had learnt his trade at the ICAROS factory which had been established by the Italians in Rhodes in 1928 to reproduce the traditional, regional ‘Iznik’ designs.

I was fortunate enough to be invited to visit Nassos Keramik with a friend who was learning how to decorate the ceramics in that traditional style. Even more so, the next day, to be taken on a guided tour around the exhibition ‘ICARO – ΙΚΑΡΟΣ The Factory of Rhodes 1928-1988’ at the Grand Master’s Palace in Rhodes Old Town.

This visit was a while ago, but it is never far from my mind. My memories can travel, even while I cannot. They have a fine, translucent glaze and I handle them with care.