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Just re-hung the mirror, on the wall opposite where I sleep. It was portrait orientation before. Now, with less space over our new ‘tallboy’, it’s had to shift to landscape format.

It’s a bit high to be much use as a ‘looking glass’. But as a plain ol’ mirror, it adds Lewis Carrollian dimensions of space to the room.

We might want to shift the chest of drawers a few inches to the right? Get a bit of ‘flung-shoe’ symmetry happening!

Had to take down a guitar hanger. And that leaves holes that need filling. Mmm… holes that need filling… ‘snurk, snurk!’

Of course shifting stuff around has caused the tidal flows of clutter to wash up anew. The recently cleared chest of drawers to the right of our bed is once again a bomb-site/dumping ground.

But, like everything, frankly, it’s going to have to be baby steps; chip away at stuff little by little. Be patient. Stay calm. We’ll get there… one day.

WINSTANLEY, Kevin Brownlow & Andrew Mollo, 1975

I’ve been intending to watch this for aeons. Just not gotten round to it yet! I’m a big fan of the movie It Happened Here, by the same precocious directorial team of Brownlow and Mollo.

THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN, Christopher Hill, 1975

I bought this for £2 today, at St Mary’s Bookshop, in Stamford (in preference to paying £5 for By The Sword Divided!).

Both the book and the Winstanley film came out in 1975. Coincidence? Or perhaps there’s a connection?

Anyway… I intend to watch the film, ASAP. And to read the book, as well. I may even take it – the book, that is – on our upcoming holiday?

Another church for the collection. Initially giving off vibes of a fairly run of the mill place, with not a great deal of particular interest.

The approach modes the church behind many mature trees. So there’s a nice ‘reveal’, as the building gives into view. The entrance is via a rather humble doorway (third pic in the gallery below).

As usual, with these old Anglican churches, if you look carefully, something – often many things – will reveal itself. In this case, it’s the panel paintings below. Sadly they’ve been effaced, literally. Vandalised by someone, possibly of a vengeful Puritannical bent?

I then walked around the back of the church, which is nicely situated in a very beautiful mature tree populated setting.

Not a superstar church. But worth a visit nonetheless.

Came up to my bed at 5.30 pm, with Chester, today. A new record! Exhausted. Depressed. I’d just rather be asleep, than awake…

I’ve passed this place numerous times, whilst out delivering. Today I had the opportunity to stop and snap the various bits of military hardware dotted about the site.

Pretty unusual – and impressive – to find so much large scale gear just sat there, on view. I’m intrigued, and want to know more! How does it all come to reside there, outside a roadside café/eatery?

Well, I sacked off an afternoon shift, choosing instead to take Teresa and I into Oxfordshire (I think!?), to watch The Sealed Knot re-enact the Battle of Cropredy Bridge.

It was two hours drive each way. And only three hours at the show. But it was, I think, worth it. Partly just to claim some life and leisure time for oneself, and one’s own interests.

Blah…

Rather intriguingly, the versions of events depicted, narrated over the intercom, and described on the Wiki page for the battle, all differ!

The re-enactment was more or less a draw. But the commentators said it was actually, historically, a Royalist victory. The Wiki description of things is less clear cut. The fog of war? History is a lie agreed upon!?

Makes me want to read more on the subject. And edumacate myself, on the topic. If poss’.

Blah…

I decided, today, that we must go and watch the Battle of Cropredy. It’ll be the 380th anniversary, and this weekend it’s being re-enacted, by The Sealed Knot; today, and tomorrow. So I bought two tickets for tomorrow.

We visited mum’s today. We also went for a short walk, in the village (above). En-route, I had a quick peep inside St Mary’s, Wyton (see pics below).

Amy was there. We had tea and cakes and amiable conversation, back at mum’s. It was all very pleasant. Malcolm told us about a barge holiday he went on with friends, a long time ago, circumnavigating the ‘Warwickshire Ring’. He still has a nice map of the route:

When we got home, mum sent us this pic:

She’s meant us to take away the wee mousey doorstop. Maybe next time?

Whilst Teresa made a delicious cheese on toast lunch, I put up another panel on the green room frame. With some help from Sofi. This is one of two panels for the east-facing ‘wall’. And the last of my recent scavenger freebies.

I spotted that the new panel wasn’t square to the frame, on the horizontal plane. Leaving it would just irritate me. So with Sofi’s helpI got it sorted. Thanks, Sofi!

I had a major wobble yesterday. I’m having them almost daily at present. The weather in my head presents a real internal battleground! I persuaded Teresa to accompany me on my two short shifts. Both out of Wisbech.

It seems my anxieties re that location are possibly unfounded? I do hope so!

Anyway, in Holbeach we found a nice community bookshop. And as a thanks to Teresa, I bought her – for the princely sum of £1.50 – a book she liked:

The text is all in Italian. But it’s the imagery we got it for.

All of the WWI model planes pictured above were – like most of my models, rather tragically – unfinished. And then they got damaged. Falling off whatever precarious surface I temporarily put them on.

So I binned ‘em. Casualties of war!