Squaring the circle

It is apparently mathematically  impossible and was proven thus in the first half of the nineteenth century. But you can get close. Our local council did it - they took a rather dull rectangle and created a natural auditorium which in this hot weather teems with diversity and community spirit. I don’t think they realised what they were doing (it is a general supposition that local authorities never do, and create public benefit as much by chance as design); but the outcome is worthy. I had to photograph it. So many people working and playing and relaxing together. A rather lovely feel to it.

I had gone into town to use the library and try and make sense of my life. I am working with an old fashioned notebook and pen and some coloured highlighters and attempting to map out my life in a series of domains and how they interact. A six year plan is emerging which is about me and the people around me that I love. For no man is an island, or as it was said in Cloud Atlas:

"Our lives are not our own; from womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness we birth our future."

My thinking was productive and I have the beginnings of a way forward. I met Mr Bear for coffee and talked it over. Our paths diverge of course; he is looking for bucolic idyll in Devon and I apparently remain wedded to being one of the so called metropolitan elite that Brexiteers sneer at. It’s just a label and a pejorative one at that. But it’s true I would find it difficult to be more than half an hour from London and all its offerings.

Bit of a bad day on the health front and also felt a bit low later. Life is always life even if you have a six year plan ...