a one dollar coat

and a dream about the blues

It’s been an interesting few weeks, coughing and spluttering my way through the revolting disease that I brought home as a souvenir of my recent travels. Thank goodness it had the decency to hold off until I was safely back in my own bed.

I’ve been scribbling in my notebooks and rather than sit down and translate the chickentracks into a more legible font, I took myself to a favourite spot here on the farm and have read my notes to you, split into two videos.

The first is about a spice-fuelled dream, the second is a rumination on the origins of the coat pictured above, mended since the notes were made.