Clearance

I helped John's daughter clear his room at the home. Although very reluctant to go and leave his beloved house he came to appreciate what it had to offer. The staff were lovely and told off by CQC for being too affectionate.

It was brutal taking his stuff away and hard to say goodbye to the home that became a little part of me since he went in last May.

I took a long walk after taking his clothes to the recycling point. This bit of flint had been thrown up by the sea onto the promenade. It reminded me of Giacometti's Objet désagréable à jeter [Disagreeable Object to be Thrown away].



The north-easterlies of late had pushed the shingle about into new patterns and formations. It's like the sea worries over those thousands of tons of cobbble, gravel and sand, never satisfied with its own constructions.