Athena M, Heading Out

6.4C (through the night it was about 9C) dull cloudy with long heavy showers. W/WSW wind to 28 mph with gusts to 41 mph.

Fergus and I went for our walk after lunch. We went round to the harbour, round the old quay, and out along the shore side of the park. We got as far as the cemetery but I was fed up in the rain, and my fingers were getting cold. Fingerless gloves didn't cope today.

We came back the same way then along the street side of the park and came home through town passing the town hall and the bookshop (closed for half day). I noticed a book about Davaar island in the window.

Podcast of BBC radio 3's The Verb podcast with Ian McMillan (poet, author, playwright, and broadcaster).
Synesthesia
From the podcast web page "We're crossing senses on The Verb this week, examining Synesthesia, with musician LJ Rich, linguist Rob Drummond, and poetry from Ruth Padel, Abi Palmer and Hannah Silva.

For musician, broadcaster and synesthete LJ Rich, the world is drenched in music. With the help of a piano, she lets us inside her experience of the world, where tastes, colours and even the most boring train station make beautiful music.

Verb regular, the linguist Rob Drummond has been researching the colour associations we all have with certain vowel sounds and has discovered some intriguing patterns.

And there's plenty of poetry to stimulate your senses, Ruth Padel's latest collection is 'Emerald' (Chatto). The book is a meditation on grief, but is also shot through with colour. Hannah Silva presents her 'musical shirt', as made for her by Tomomi Adachi, the shirt is an invention that allows her to turn movement into sound poetry. And finally, poet and performer Abi Palmer finds that her synesthesia is heightened by the experience of water, so especially for The Verb she presents a poem written while taking a 'musical bath'..."

Afternoon music ... Gloria Estefan, Destiny. Dusty Springfield playlist on Spotify.

DC-TZ90  f/6.1 1/125 sec. ISO-400 108mm (35mm focal length 650mm)

Showers - A Haiku
Passing the harbour
A long, heavy shower fell
my hands became cold

Gallows Hill - A haiku
Between sharp showers
A cow on the horizon
walks on gallows hill