Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew who passed the Derby Silk Mill Museum of Making at twilight and stopped to record the occasion.

After all the dark foreboding, Storm Dudley passed over us without leaving much of a trace at all, and we woke up to another fine, mostly dry and mildly windy day. It was a lot chillier though, so although the sun was shining, the crocuses were not interested in opening their petals when I looked in the morning. I didn’t have much time for wandering around the garden, or looking at birds . . .

. . . as the chief business of the morning was getting the Langholm Initiative newsletter organised and sent off for approval. I managed this by lunchtime, and by coincidence, the crocuses managed to get their petals open by that time too.

There had been a light shower of sleety…

ある歌手の人生を描いた映画を見た。

愛に生きた人生。

歌手として頂点まで上り詰め、転落し、再び愛に生きた人生。

そこには人間の深い感情がある。

そこには栄光と悲哀がある。

感動し、思わず涙ぐむ。

精いっぱい生きる人生は素晴らしい。

ふと、我を振り返る。

何とも中途半端なことかi、

愛をつらぬくつもりもない、

好い加減な人生だ。

まるで、富士山の五合目ま登ったが、引き返したようなものだ。

中途半端な愛、それがぼくの人生だ。

もう一度、突っ走ってみたくなった。

だが、ガソリンが切れたようだ。