Took the big road yesterday toward that part of the world where the fences are all about wood and weedeaters, none of this elegant wire strand with honeysuckle and briar. Up there it's an anal esthetic that produces a dull landscape with few redeeming features. It's where fields are mowed regularly so that over priced Horses do whatever over priced Horses do to earn their keep. Must say you have to admire the French, at least they see nothing wrong with eating horses.
Otherwise it was sunny day with a very cold wind, which was spent mostly amongst
fast drivers, none of whom waved and most of whom seemed attached to their
mobile telephones. All I can say it's just as well the Artist was the motive
force behind the adventure, the theory being that a Shut-In should occasionally
be prized away from the every day. Call it a new age electric shock therapy. My
reward three small jars of incredibly over priced Marmite.