Morning rabbit

I think on balance I would repeat the Caledonian Sleeper, the seats were not that comfortable and the main lights were on all night, you got an eye mask to wear. I probably managed 4 to 5 hours sleep. I was in the flat by 8.00 having walked past the Pollok Park rabbits a few minutes earlier who having their breakfast. In my slightly dopey state I missed his/her tail. It’s almost biblical that living so close to the fox as they do that they are still going strong.

I put my holiday washing in the machine which sloshed around for 5 minutes and then stopped. Went to yoga which was all about hips, excellent, and got the number of a washing machine repair person from a gym pal. Before I forked out more cash I tried the trick of holding the start button whilst simultaneously moving the dial and it sprung back into action. So now I am living with an unpredictable washing machine as well as a pesky boiler.

And a lovely surprise around noon when the postie delivered an unexpected sturdy envelope from the US. It turned out to be from Mike Lynch a Camino Francés pilgrim whom I met last year, and who was undertaking a book project on pilgrim’s’ motivations. Among other things he is a portrait photographer and I had forgotten that as a research participant I had agreed to be photographed. The envelope contained a letter with a quote from Richard Avedon, (I had to Google him):

“A photographic portrait is a picture of someone who knows they’re being photographed, and what they do with this knowledge is as much part of the photograph as what they are wearing or how they look. They are implicated in what’s happened, and they have a certain power over the result”.