Dedication's what you need...*

Matthew Robins and me, just two cogs in an 851 spoked, world record breaking wheel. It was 851 voices that got me, more than all the strumming...



*Oh come on... that had to be the title.

Smeary

Here is a scrawl of yesterday's big stormcloud before it hit London, as viewed from the train through Warwickshire. I take that train pretty much once a week currently, to the tv studio, and it's a really beautiful journey, complete with horizons (which a person can be starved of in darkest Dalston) and Red Kites flying.
I wonder if part of what makes Turner's watercolours so effective is that the sky (which is what they're mostly about), when smeared with clouds and vapour, is essentially a giant watercolour itself... but that would imply that other people's watercolours would also be that effective, and they don't tend to be.

Sorry to anyone I owe e-mails etc to, it's been a bit of a mad few weeks.

Notes from Zagreb