Oh, what a lucky man, he was....

Emerson Lake & Palmer, I believe - 1970, and I was 9 years old. Anyway, was thinking about it, because I was out with the dog this morning in the early rising sun and the frosty fields and the crunchy icy grass, and I was feeling bad for all the people on their rush to work, and indeed anyone less fortunate than myself, and it made me bounce along. Otis obviously felt the same, because he too was having a great time chasing rabbits, squirrels, birds etc. Took a few snaps to show how lovely the walk is. The first has Battle Abbey in the background.

Was also finding it hard to believe that on Monday evening, we had a month's worth of rain fall, the cause of "the great flood", so on the whole, typical English weather - can't decide whether it's winter, spring or autumn.

Looking at the second of these photos, I can kind of see where my paintings come from - shades of cool blue-y grey top and bottom, and a band of darker, more solid colour through the centre. I had made this connection before, particularly during my show at the Arts-Forum last year, where that band of colour seemed loosely to flow around the room. Maybe this could be an idea for the future - to make the continuous line follow through a number of works in a more obvious way - painting as installation. Wouldn't be the first time someone has thought of this, but could look good, especially in my "trademark" '60s colours.