just when I thought that the Stavely Exhibition project was over, the weight of deadlines and of the hectic media coverage that Jerry, the Stonham PR chap, had arranged it all came back for one last burst of brain draining energy to let me know it was finally finished and a short rest could be had.
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day started at 5.30am letting someone in the house entrance having lost their key, again at 8ish yet another ring at my doorbell by someone who had forgotten their key, but for not getting to bed until 2 am myself I would have realised that it was going to be one of those days that was different from the others.
day started at 5.30am letting someone in the house entrance having lost their key, again at 8ish yet another ring at my doorbell by someone who had forgotten their key, but for not getting to bed until 2 am myself I would have realised that it was going to be one of those days that was different from the others.Martin Lewes the broadcast journalist of BBC radio Cumbria arrived with hardly a minute to spare and, while his enthusiasm quickly quickly brought me up to the speed of the real world he still managed a cup of coffee and a live interview, before leaving as suddenly.
Once I had sorted out the mornings admin and finished off the description cards and other paper work for the exhibition I was off out for hanging cord and blue tac, the moment I left the studio at around 1230 I knew that spring was here, finally. The light was different, slight chill in the air was different and the sky was a different colour than normal, the trees and shrubs had the most subtle of a green glow around them that was the thousands of tiny buds breaking free from their bark cocoons, passing the allotments that have seen few, excepting the hardy, visitors over recent months, I have little doubt that it is only a matter of days before the first of the warm weather gardeners will be out, myself included but being a 'super warm weather person' I shan't be out for a while.
Despite checking my camera batteries last night and freeing up the spare memory card I still went out without them, they have not been needed for so long with only 20 or 30 fotos a week, less in the latter days of winter but today, while my mind was still occupied in part with exhibition matters I wasn't entirely taking much note of what was going on, I needed both, I have supplied a link to the on line album with my afternoons pictures at the top of the blog main page titled 'spring day' it also provides the answer why it takes me 4 hours to cover the same distance as someone else who could easily do the trip in 25 minutes!Still able to find lost personal items lying around the streets, boots, umbrellas and the like my collection photographs in the 'lost souls' instalation can start to grow again having lost, somewhere in the computer, my first collection of around 70 lost gloves and stuff, looking at the snow still lying in patches on the fell tops that are visible between the shops and houses that run the length of Highgate toward the Windermere Road there will be some who have never known what happened to their favourite gloves.
The day wasnt entirely filled with joy, whose days are, for me however the only downside was a 20" dead sea salmon lying on the bottom of the river not 30 feet from a dead seagull on the river bank, it was only yesterday when Marion, a friend in Kendal College commented that she had seen at least half a dozen assorted species of birds, also dead, along the same stretch of river bank.
Once home to relax only to hear that Sheila, my muse, my long suffering partner, has managed to get herself back to full time work, a blessing in these days of hardship that many are finding themselves a big part of, her journey continues now, the clock is ticking for her once again and no doubt this will only add to strengthen the dignity that she has earned for herself but, that is another story and one that will have to wait for her to tell.
