Modern Nature: February 27
Monday 27
Walked along the beach to the shop, the sun a puddled vein of molten silver in a vast amphitheatre of cloud - descending tiers in shades of grey with dazzling creamy edges, cascading into a sea of little waves falling over themselves in their eagerness to swallow the sands, the sands reflecting all this like a lazy antique mirror.
I retraced my steps, took a deep breath and during the course of the day completed the circular bed, laying in manure and marking it with driftwood, flints and rounded bricks from the sea shore. My neighbour shouted ‘When are the spuds going in?’
When the whole structure was finished it looked so satisfying I felt it needed no plants to embellish it; though lavender would look fine and there are seven spare plants. Sat back exhausted, put Tallis’ Lamenations on the stereo and watched the sun slowly disappear.