Monday, 21 July 2008

Claremont Road, anticlockwise. 2pm.

Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. A groundsman in a black t-shirt inadvertantly calls for hush in the park as he sweeps gravel into tiny dunes along the edge of the path.


marlyat2 said...

Things go strange when you're moving widdershins?

Decided that I ought to read your tinies, having read Lucy's... Interesting project: like looking at somebody making, piece by piece, a mosaic of a very complicated scene.

Clare said...

I really miss doing it -- I'm hoping to start again with a different route.

I never noticed anything particularly strange about widdershins -- perhaps I should have a read through and survey it!

Thanks for reading. I'm glad Lucy has kept hers up -- I love reading them.