This picture is what Sunday mornings are made for - a crisp spring, warm summer, breezy autumn or a cold white winter, the beach, the sea and a bicycle are the accoutrements to abstruser musings, careless thoughts, thoughtless ideas, thoughtful moments of lucidity that soon become over-shadowed by silliness. But this early morning cycle, run or stroll allows me to muse before the day brings its new agenda - I have to work today, no choice, I owe it to others, but hey ho, I get other days off. And there are things coming up. I will miss the opening weekend of Brighton's Photo Biennial 2014 http://bpb.org.uk/2014/ but that's ok, I can catch up in my own time. Like Thursday morning when the rest of the world is doing what I am this weekend, for example. And that way there will be less crowd etc, etc. Of course, I am unlikely to be accompanied or bump into anyone I know but that is not unusual - and it beats spending the time catching up on a pile pf London Review of Books which are still in their wrapper. I should have a six monthly subscription instead of an annual one so I can catch up. I can't be the only one who doesn't have the time. May be I should swap it for Granta (which I prefer - so I can't remember why I don't). And so while I think about Biennial's and I wish I was in Venice for theirs, and I really enjoyed Sydney's when I was there - and I could revisit that trip here sometime (I wrote about it aeons ago) - time is miles and zip... he was gone before he could say Baroque:
