Sculpture at Goodwood. Go visit www.sculpture.org.uk
Dorset and Hampshire countryside.
Pics from Lagos in Portugal. Mark and I stayed there for a week with our friend Rob. In between the boys surfing, we found untapped mountain biking terrain; totally deserted, endless rocky trails... though you do take your life into your own hands a bit - many of of the trails skated the cliff edges and were pretty dangerous. Good therapy for the nerves?! I was definitely a braver rider, bouncing over the gentle South Downs trails upon my return!
Tachibana Akemi - Poems of Solitary Delights.
What a delight it is
When on the bamboo matting
In my grass hut,
All on my own,
I make myself at ease.
What a delight it is
When, borrowing
Rare writings from a friend,
I open out
The first sheet.
What a delight it is
When, spreading paper,
I take my brush
And find my hand
Better than i thought.
What a delight it is
When, after a hundred days
Of racking my brains,
That verse that wouldn't come
Suddenly turns out well.
What a delight it is
When, of a morning,
I get up and go out
To find in full bloom a flower
That yesterday was not there.
What a delight it is
WHen, skimming through the pages
Of a book, i discover
A man of written there
Who is just like me.
What a delight it is
When everyone admits
It's a very difficult book,
And i understand it
With no trouble at all.
What a delight it is
When i blow away the ash,
To watch the crimson
Of the glowing fire
And hear the water boil.
What a delight it is
When a guest you cannot stand
Arrives, then says to you
'I'm afraid I can't stay long,'
and soon goes home.
What a delight it is
When i find a good brush,
Steep it hard in water,
Lick it on my tongue
And give it its first try.
