Tuesday, 26 March 2013
No pencils here, just straight in with a pen. You leave your holiday cottage at 5am and drive down to the harbour. It slumbers peacefully, the fishermen and tourists are still dreaming of the day to come. The only sound is the haunting cry of seagulls. Later, they will tolerate the noisy hundreds but for now, the harbour belongs to them. As you walk back to the car with everything put away, you see your footprints in the sand. Your presence here for that half hour has, in a tiny and subtle way, changed the landscape. It will never be quite the same again and, because you are so privileged as to be able to create something out of nothing, neither will you.