There was a fair size flock of geese gathered on the scrapes, honking and sporadically rising in flight when spooked. This was dramatic and very lovely. 

And the scrapes ..

So here's a few pictures of the river and a view across the river.

The sculpture trail follows a loose figure of eight which divides into four main sections, the lake, the lawns, the river walk & the scrapes. The resident deer have the run of pretty much everywhere except the river walk and it is thought they will be confined to the scrapes and maybe the lawns for the duration of the exhibition. My piece is textile and probably will be nibbled if the deer can get at it so I focused my attention on the river walk which is my favourite bit anyway, truth be told. 

I needed to find a place for my proposed sculpture to be sited on the Sculpture trail. The previous week had been great, meeting the other artists and curators, but as regards connecting to the land I felt I had only just found my bearings. So this saturday I went alone to give myself a chance to see quietly. My secondary motive was to gather alder cones which are plentiful and give good colour. 

Getting to the old Otter Trust at Earsham from my home is a small trek that involves a walk and a bus and another fair walk. It took the whole day, and the bus ride to Bungay is a familiar journey that breaks my heart just a little, but it was a day well spent. And it is interesting laying new memories over old, it may be possible to mark time, to scratch a note out here and there, but stopping it, I think, is not possible or desirable.  

On monday I had a go making some rough cyanotype prints with some old paper that I'd made up last summer. I used three found things from my visit to Waveney trail space on saturday; a crow's skull, an unopened umbelliferous flower head and a small folded triangle.

Close ups of prints I made today from some stitched pieces.