Ola kind reader. Sorry it’s been so long but I’ve been travelling with Spotnik – my dog- here’s a picture – and our machine.
Brighton was cold and fun and people waltzed and smiled and under all the lights and with the fires blazing in the background it really felt like something would happen. And of course it did. But I’m still here so I guess in a way what I was hoping would happen didn’t. Though I’m not even sure I know what that is anymore.
My Nan used to say “it’s better to travel than to arrive” and I guess maybe that it is, for a while. Mind you she also used to say when I was messing about, indecisive – nothing’s changed! – “you’re like an old hen scratting for daylight” or more graphically and as I thought at the time deliciously naughtily “ you’re like a fart in a colander”. She was great. A real earthy lady. From it and of it. And here’s me wanting to fly away from it. Mind you I think she’d understand.
Norwich was after Brighton and it was sunny and daytime and full of kids. Lots of them came to look and stopped and stayed whilst others went away to play.
I felt glad to be warm and amongst the trees and watch the Frenchman make brown paper crowns and sceptres for a whole host of wrapping paper lords and ladies who rustled like the leaves as they walked.
Soon it will be Glasgow again and the machine and me and sputnik will be home. And the Watchmaker is going to visit to talk about what’s happened and where we should go next and perhaps help me see why I’m not getting it quite right. It will be good to see him and his family, though I don’t really think he’ll be able to help much anymore. I think it’s up to me.
See you soon.