There is a concert today, out at Oxley, at a place we regularly play. I play with both the clarinet group and again with the Orchestra. Today is the clarinet choir.
|The foggy start|
It is an interesting little book, a kind of addendum to an earlier biography when we imagined Ms Gillard might have had an untrammelled go at being PM but for small(minded) men.
|Reading, of course, at 6.12am|
Me and my trees, though; the morning fog was ethereal and the size and strngth of the one at the venue just had to be captured. Magnificent. The outdoor structures have been built around it to accommodate its size. Thankfully.
|Tree outside the concert venue|
And if there is no other point to this exercise than that, to see the subtleties in the day-to-day, then I'd be happy with that.
|Night falls, at 6.12pm|