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Walk No.16

Route: House to bench along river path and back
Duration: Half an hour
Time of Day: Early Morning

Borders: If you look carefully the spray paint has passed through the fence to the wall behind and literally shows a stance on borders.  Every time I pass this wall I feel good.
Borders, divisions, limits, imprisonment, confines: containment, security, control.
I read these words in terms of drawing and they are positive.  But the language is darker in a social context.







Wall:  Another wall, one adjacent to Morrison's car park.  A new wall to prevent the anticipated flooding over the next 100 years.  To Millie, the dog, it allows easy entry into the car park (where there is anticipated food and a lot of irritated shoppers loading their cars).  I spend a long time persuading her to come back to the path.  The designated walking path.  No borders was not good in this case.....

Slippage: My wellies are worn out and have no grip and I slip in them a lot.  It shocks me when I do but it also wakes me up, or actually shifts me from one reality to another....

Still: The river is still.  It's almost 'The Slack'.  The point where the tide is turning,  held in not going out or coming in.
It gives a particular atmosphere.  A pause.

Orienteering: A lot of symbols on my walk, made from a floury substance.  They are mysterious and mystical but I suspect someone has been orienteering over night.  Still, I like to come across them.  Haven't seen this symbol before.


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