First Shedinburgh performance last night–a series of one-person shows in sheds broadcast live, for one night only. Nice to see a little of the Edinburgh madness even if we can’t be packed in like sardines into a metal scaffold seating under a pub somewhere. Went for a late afternoon walk yesterday, got down by the sand. No new pottery fragments. I haven’t been as diligent about snapping photos each time I go out. But the smell of summer–green growing things, fried fish, a sudden breath of jasmine or woodbine–all very strong.