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At the Household Cavalry Open Day, Bodney Camp
Cromer in the dark
Jess comes to visit.
Photoday with Dani, Charlotte, and Lucy
We go to the Common and hike out in boots as the sun is setting. Curious cows are interested in our cameras. I try and describe how I see through a lens, and teach Dani some tricks to try. Charlotte has her photograph taken and smiles.
Coots Unleashed 2011
A fragmented week with comings and goings, too little wind but lots of laughter. We sail from broad to broad, get stuck in the reeds, hitch lifts from cruisers, sing songs, and Blade finds his sea-legs. It’s a lot like last year but not. I take fewer photographs, and I’m working on film. Changing tides.
The Wayland Cottage Choir Camp
Alice hosts the Nerd Herd charity concert. We catch the train to the edge of the county and she makes sure we have proper night’s sleep before the panic of the morning.
We spend hours learning medleys and duets. I realise I have only the shortened version of Tonight from West Side Story, so Jonny learns Tony’s part just before the concert. I sit on a bee during our rehearsal but Grandma is pleased that I wear her 1940’s dress and we raise hundreds of pounds for Smile Train.
Afterwards, back at Waveney Cottage, we eat a huge meal and I fall asleep, and when I wake up we go out into the field and name the stars and walk around the fen in the dark. The next day we take the train back to the city, wearing yesterday’s clothes but yesterday’s smiles.
Rona Keller came to stay.
(I’ve dreamt about shooting with this girl.)Read More
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Coffee and cake at the Briton’s arms
start of roll.
It’s grey and cold but we sit in the patio garden surrounded by rooftops and make a shelter, and start to talk it all over.
B in the garden of the Briton’s Arms
Lucy, at home
We go for a walk, up to the farm and then along the footpath and over the stile. The cows are grazing in the next field so I put up my tripod. Stinging nettles and smiles.
Raspberry and Vanilla
Baking is time-consuming but not thought-consuming. I close the door to the utility room and put on kombi music and sing along with the clicks and think about Africa a lot. Mum is quietly ecstatic at my new-found enthusiasm for cooking, and the cupboards are noiselessly filled with chocolate drops and food colouring and fresh fruit.
Alice and David, punting the Cambridge backs
I visit Alice in Cambridge. We go china shopping in charity shops to prepare me for university, and I find an old picnic basket in Oxfam. Later we meet David, and take a picnic out on a punt. The river is too busy, but we enjoy our crisps and sandwiches and apple juice.
We go to our secret beach for the day. I take Aspen and my picnic basket, and he brings his kite and a towels to lie on. It’s so hot that I fall asleep in the sun, and we use an umbrella as a parasol but still get burnt. We eat too many cookies and I take too many photographs.
B’s café, Next Hayhill
I get my job back. In some ways it feels like coming home for real, but after everything I can’t stand working in retail (let alone fashion.) It’s odd to ride the bus again each morning, to have a new locker, a new key, and yet for nothing to have changed.