Kent

2000 bricks

Nice pizza

Been reading J.G. Ballard.

I'll miss this vacuum cleaner.

Rowan is everywhere here, full red heads weighing down slender, tough trees, which sprout from the least habitable rocks and stone crannies.

Next one south.

I wish I had cinemascope!

A very protected harbour, full of life - crabs, shrimp, cockles, small fish.

Everything about this place was soft.

They always taste better after some sun.

8.15am Full Moon morning.

We made it without a lot of smoke at all. A very efficient fireplace, took the rain chill off the room. This week, we are mostly burning birch.

The moon only looks smaller because it's much further away, says local folklore.

We climbed.

I'm not being sexist, that's the literal translation of the place name we are staying, in a sub-fjord 200k south of Oslo. The place is very tranquil. I am learning backgammon and breathing clean air.

Regnarr sung in Icelandic from beneath the floor, lying on an organ, for 9 hours..

Full of Art facts and a lovely view of the boats.

The influential Swedish artist. Heard him give a talk about High and Low Discourse, the future of Art, and some other essential matters of philosophy.

The evening light after the rain earlier is incredible.

This old guy standing on Per's street corner in the damp.

On an island

Number 33 on the menu... if they bring it...

The palm houses were hot..

I think we found a hub of late summer sun grabbers.. Along the brow of the University Botanical Gardens.

Today Norwegian police announced the return of The Scream, so when we visited, press and TV were waiting.

"It's very stressful, actually," said the woman as she sold me postcards, "one of them left something here." She indicated an audio recorder stashed under her desk. "I'm thinking of pressing some buttons and messing it up."