Friday 27 May.
'cave mouth, light from a foggy day outside. Things to be pictured, as 'the arty snobs of today say, make images.
Brush the teeth first, tar of the night has accumulated, bit by bit it must go.
Hiss in the head, more centre than right, but back again.
Put on fresh underclothes, overclothess, socks and shoes.
Take pictures in the cave, untill the battery has gone.
And the replacement does not work either, the charger had not
been correctly connected.
sit down, write these notes, tidy up the clothes, Clean the nose.
The family is asleep, despite the sons alarm, he always sets it early, well intentioned, and then fails to get up, the warmth of the bed is better than the morning
chill of the cave.
There is thick fog outside, the floor of the Loir valley is invisible the light from the sun is barely coming through from above.
Now wait for the batteries to recharge, yesterdays
carelessness.
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