London clay

The grey stuff inexpertly photographed by me from the platform at Royal Oak Tube Station is a big pile of London clay, excavated from somewhere under central London to create Crossrail, a new commuter train service operating east-west across London. By the time the new trains begin operating in 2018, 26 miles of new tunnel […]

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Notes on walking home

Today was the hottest day of the year. I left the sweltering metropolis on the 6.33 out of Paddington.┬áIn Reading the parks were yellow and scuffed. The Kennet’s water meadows ran a startling green colour. After Hungerford the railway line follows the canal, which was cobalt-coloured and undisturbed by a breeze of any kind. All […]

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Notes on Mayfair

The day began in Cairo with the army shooting at a Muslim Brotherhood demonstration outside a barracks. The army claimed that soldiers had come under sniper fire – and that a soldier had been shot in the head. The Freedom and Justice Party, the political arm of the Muslim Brotherhood, accused soldiers of shooting at […]

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July evening ii

It being so dry, the Stale water in our paddling pool cannot be wasted, So I chuck in the watering can and Keep my bare foot on its neck Until it is drowned. The spout expels last air, Thus – And the can is heavy again, Corpsed water which Spills over on my walk to […]

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July evening

Green watering can As light as it is hard-engineered, Green plastic and moulded Wide-bottomed and spouted to taper two gallons in constant discipline, Precisely to the earth where it is most needed. How many have been made to this particular design – One thousand? One hundred million? Their pattern is Greek or Egyptian, but this […]

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