Layers of experience cover the surface of this door in Sitges, which has seen better times and will doubtless see them again.
Electronic noises in an odd way copy the grunts and hums of homo sapiens. I hear with interest the noise which my mobile phone makes when I switch off the power. It resembles the note of contentment which tired people tired often emit as they settle down in comfort on the point of sleeping.
Waking early I often listen to the shipping bulletin on the BBC. It deals with the sea areas surrounding the British Isles - Faeroe's, Fair Isle, Viking, North Utsire, South Utsire etc. The familiar labels with the evocation of wind, fog and salt spray, are comforting like a chant or incantation.
Equally I am addicted to the Met Office's report on coastal waters up to 12 miles off shore. Many are familiar from visits to the coast. They too have a ritual charm, a reminder of what it is to inhabit an island. The names are followed by descriptions of weather, wind, visibility and the state of the sea. But the headings with which sailors are familiar are not given. So that you hear: "Cape Wrath to Rattray Head. Mainly north or northwest. Smooth or slight. Showers. Good." Language at its briefest, honed to its sharpest edge. But linked to the places - North Foreland, Great Ormes, Mull of Galloway- with their echoes of cliffs and seabirds and breaking waves, lovely English words.