Sunday 18th August 2019, 12 noon (day 2,915)
An empty stage, with a performance presumably to take place shortly — whether the gathered audience are in the mood for it or not on a Sunday lunchtime.
A few minutes after she left the house this morning, Clare felt moved to phone me and say: “If you want a photo of the day come and get one of the yarnbombing done on the sundial”…. So you see, I do occasionally listen to her. And a very fine yarnbombing it is.
A day spent almost entirely working at home, not unpleasant weather but flat light, so a dearth of subjects. This sundial (despite having no sunlight to activate it) caught my eye while briefly in town in the morning, however. It can be seen on the main road through the valley, with the date of 1835 meaning this must be one of the town’s oldest buildings (there was very little here before that time, and the arrival of canal and railway). I like the ready reckoner so you can work out how inaccurate it is today — and also the Latin inscription at the top. Want to know what it means? Translation above.