A humid, moist, tense unsettled day. Another protest in Trafalgar Square. Prosecco on the train. Alone. Grey sky, dusk at 6.30pm. Noise outside, voices. Every day is like this now. Kim’s idea of Australia is appealing; an abandoned mining town in the outback with an artists’ colony. Resident for a year, with a slow trip there and back by train, ferry and moped taking in everywhere else on the way.
Remember when we had hope, optimism and innocence.
Andrew Stevenson 