24 – 28 August 2026

Tuesday Deep shadows on the orange grass today. Some dew, which is dampening the ground and has settled on cars. As I come out of the park, light filters through two tiny wild poppies and they glow like stained glass. I remember that’s what these notes were supposed to be about. The one thing, the small thing. Yesterday I went for a litter pick. If you can’t decide where to walk and there’s no one you need to meet, then do that. That’s what I told myself as the other part of me whined “but it’s Monday”. Litter picking on a Monday is a bad start to writing. I hauled glass bottles over to the bin. I left the bag by the side of the road briefly while I lugged two discarded black pillows over when I couldn’t carry everything at once. And I couldn’t finish the route because the bag was so heavy. But some is better than none at this point. Today London Bridge is full of slow walking men in white shirts. Someone speaks into a phone. “You could get hit by a bus”, he says, “or struck by…