The hill plus

more clouds. Snowing up in the mountains, chance of rain here tomorrow.

Dozed off this afternoon and dreamed of theatre rehearsals; billiard balls; cameras, one of which was a bright yellow underwater camera left in a Washington D.C. taxi-cab; walking a back street in Witham with an American friend; noticing a lovely blue door to photograph but the light was all wrong; walked through a building, some kind of institute of learning, built right over what should have been a mini roundabout from which Guithaven Street ran; the clinic was gone; walked the lane to Bridge Street saw wonderfully autumnal golden-red leaved aspens; wanted to take another picture but they were too far away: and then too close; went into a pub; met another old friend discussed what to drink with a very softly spoken bar-maid then I woke up. A very involved dream of which this is only a sketch ....