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.

2 comments:

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.