June 13th

Cloud peak horizon

another coastline melting

rays of regret rise

I stayed up all night and watched the sunrise.

Two of the photos I took.

June 11th

Loyal familiar

rope creaks, body twists in breeze

an angry rain comes

There was a small display about Matthew Hopkins, Witchfinder General in the Aldeburgh Museum / Moot Hall. It was a dreadful, rainy cold day.

For every innocent woman hanged, I wondered if there was ever a malevolent witch who wreaked revenge in her death. Hopkins seemed like a deeply unpleasant character.

Note the names of the familiars in the pic below (from Hopkins book), fascinating. “My imps names are…. Pyewackett, Ilemauzer, Griezzell Greedigutt, Vinegar Tom etc… (the last of which looks like a cross between a greyhound and a bull).

Dreadful weather… view from our window.

June 9th

The marshland echoes

with the screams of the gull mob

a heron’s fish lost

We took an evening stroll along the beach, inland, behind the beach, over the high shingle slope, between Aldeburgh and Thorpeness is a wetland. We saw a heron, it had what looked like a fish in its beak. The gulls mustered and harried the hunter in mid air.

June 7th

North sea winds squalling

the transience of the coast

chatter of shingle

Going to Aldeburgh in Suffolk tomorrow. I love Suffolk, the coast line forever being eroded, the coast changing shape over the years such that houses near the sea are under threat. There’s something about that, that reassures me. It should frighten me but it doesn’t. Nothing lasts forever.