I’m getting the hang of America now. It’s loud, brash, fun, tiring, large, egotistical. All the things we think of it when we’re at home on our tiny little island off the mainland or Europe in a disparaging smug way, but all things that I’m loving and embracing while I’m here. People are open, honest, … Continue reading 208. Sunday evening at the hotel.
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32. Friday. Entering the sustainability week, apparently.
Down at the river. The industrial deserted parts. I prefer this section. Even though well used it feels abandoned, accidental. Thames Water, who own the section around the temple of sewage, tidied, surfaced, repaired and opened the path in 2000, complete with visitor attraction style infographic boards. Their efforts twenty years ago are still present, … Continue reading 32. Friday. Entering the sustainability week, apparently.
50. Sunday, a week later, in Greenwich.
Almost back to normal, in a good way. Lots of healthy young men about with their sturdy legs. The shop was too busy yesterday, too many volunteers, I don’t want to do it any more, not on Saturday. I felt awkward. Christopher with the amazing sculpted hair did too. He reminds me of Harry, child-like … Continue reading 50. Sunday, a week later, in Greenwich.
Andrew Stevenson 