I'd met him once before at Aldeburgh. This time, in conversation with Dean, I felt an innate shyness. Odd when one recalls his confident youthful beginnings. At the age of 15 he was on a trajectory, on the road, anchored with notable poets: McGough 10 years older, was slightly awed by him. Part of the… Continue reading Brian Patten (Halesworth Arts Festival 2015)
Julia Blackburn – in conversation with Diana Quick (Halesworth Arts Festival 2015)
I think it was half way through I noticed Julia was wearing odd boots. The crossed over foot was jigging to the beat of Diana reading from Threads (The delicate life of John Craske). Indeed two remarkable women, both comfortable with themselves and each other. Julia, so quick to laugh with ease, enjoys the finding… Continue reading Julia Blackburn – in conversation with Diana Quick (Halesworth Arts Festival 2015)
CRY OF THE CITY – Film at the Cut
He stabbed the man through the chair (practical), he turned round. Suddenly you heard movement. The body had fell from the leather swivel chair to the ground, the chair continuing it's swivel. Les is back from his northern tour. Girls numbers 2 and 4, his colleagues in Edinburgh, exuberant architects.
Five Broken Camera’s – Cut Film
West Bank village threatened by encroaching Israeli settlements. Shot almost entirely by Palestinian farmer Emad Burnat, who bought his first camera in 2005 to record the birth of his youngest son, the footage was later given to Israeli co-director Guy Davidi to edit. Structured around the violent destruction of each one of Burnat's cameras. Burnat… Continue reading Five Broken Camera’s – Cut Film
Double Decker: Westminster and Wimbledon – July 2015
Westminster and Wimbledon July 2014 For a country girl, such double decker city stimulus in one day, Westminster and Wimbledon, was overwhelming and necessitated a horizontal position by 10pm. The start was early - dog walk on Wanstead Flats before taxi hitting traffic, as cycle lanes are being made along Romford Road. Taxi abandoned for… Continue reading Double Decker: Westminster and Wimbledon – July 2015
A death of someone met once
The profound missing of that fellow soul orbits the day, a glorious verdant green spring day. It informs all although I'd only met her once. On a boat on the Thames, one of those you can hire, as Barry did for his 60th birthday. So exactly 10 years ago, May 2005, it must have been.… Continue reading A death of someone met once
Spring clearing
Still clearing up from Paul Jackson's northern boundary coppice. Stacking the cords and jagging the brush wood into the dead hedge along the boundary. Now not only preventative of munjac and deer, but I found a local man merrily helping himself to the cords. I gave him what he'd thrown over to the road side.… Continue reading Spring clearing
Paper Clips and rubber bands – The Count in Lowestoft May 2015
Studying Politics for the OU, has peaked interest in this election, that otherwise I may have let slip by in a lazy sceptical way . Now I can hear the word, value, know what FPTP electoral reform means. It was a natural step to partake. First step, commit to a party. My father was a… Continue reading Paper Clips and rubber bands – The Count in Lowestoft May 2015
The Scab Mole
'Id have that seen to', remarked Cindy. 'I'm to the doctors tomorrow' I replied. The appointment made 3 weeks before this was the earliest I could see Dr Abbot, such is the system. How long have you had it? The trouble is I don't dally by a mirror. Far too busy thinking about someone elses… Continue reading The Scab Mole
100 Foot Journey – Cut Film
Wednesday 15th April Another Helen Mirren, and equally enjoyable - not by all, David found it far too sentimental and obvious. But Sal and I did. Sal is my woodlands first harvester. Barry turned up some time late. I loved those French dishevelled homes. There was little of India except in the father, a far… Continue reading 100 Foot Journey – Cut Film
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