Journal Entry – 15/11/1998
The train is quiet on the morning. In the evening it is noisier – full off chatter. I wish I didn’t know the reason for this.
The fields are full of birds today… rooks, a few magpies, starlings in gangs. The starlings are gathering for the winter. They will probably head off into one of those enormous roosts sometime soon. The fight out there will soon become deadly serious. We are all aware of it.
I’m not sure what music I would listen to today – if I could. For once in my life, music would not make a difference. It’s not going to change things.