Walking by the sea watching colours change through from the palest silver blue to deep prussian green makes me realise why I love living by the sea. A few feet away a buzzard rose into the air and swept away across the field of gold. I walk under an ocean of air. Walking and thinking and then home to paint.
Cheetahs and cherries still wander through my mind's eye, while in the garden butterflies dance wild and settle, on flowers, on pots.
On the way home I called at the hardware shop to buy cleaning things. At last they have new timers in and some time ago I was sent some money for a Time Chicken. I now have one, but have lost the address of where to send it, so, if you who are reading this is the person whose timer broke some time ago, who has been suffering burnt food and time chaos and patiently waiting as time ticked past for a time chicken to be born from the egg of hours, I have one. Can you email me your address?
Your chicken awaits.
And I have a spare for anyone else whose life is in a vortex of too much time spent doing what they shouldn't be doing and not what they ought to do!