tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post3576389443946261852..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: sand, soap, gloryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-77760927391031547142010-07-08T18:17:52.746+01:002010-07-08T18:17:52.746+01:00BB Flitting, as you describe it, is almost as goo...BB Flitting, as you describe it, is almost as good a concept as (sorry about the missing circumflex) flanerie.<br /><br />And Lucy ... that is what I suppose I am doing in my notebook and camera memory. Yes. Flitting. "Now" has a wide compass.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-69265205981422425332010-07-07T22:18:23.050+01:002010-07-07T22:18:23.050+01:00Oh yes, the sand picture's gorgeous, and the t...Oh yes, the sand picture's gorgeous, and the three word title is a cracker...Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-24785493733297364282010-07-07T22:17:20.664+01:002010-07-07T22:17:20.664+01:00Yes, it's like that, especially when going bac...Yes, it's like that, especially when going back over photos taken over a longish period. Unless one is slavishly bound to keeping everything topical and chronological, and there's no reason why we should be, it is frequently a non-linear medium, which is one way in which is is different from a soap opera.<br /><br />Also not as many people meet untimely and senstional ends, I hope. Though there's less of that in The Archers.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-44441720138379163952010-07-07T11:07:46.109+01:002010-07-07T11:07:46.109+01:00The best kind of travel, devoid of detail about hu...The best kind of travel, devoid of detail about humped suitcases, missed connections and undesirable adjacencies. Flitting, in fact. We flitted to Stratford-on-Avon yesterday evening and found it full of locals, shouting to each other across the streets. Since the theatre there still isn't operative I can't see the point of going there. We had arranged to meet a blog-companion and his wife and I had booked the restaurant. As we travelled there (courtesy of satnav) I wondered idly about the potentally embarrassing moment when two groups, unaware of each other's appearance, are required to meet. But I was way ahead of myself. We were the restaurant's only customers - until they arrived.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com