Amazing day. Armed with attestations (exemption-from-lockdown certificates) claiming that we were working - me employing Gracie and me self-employed - since we were slightly over 10 kilometers from base. Doubt that we would have impressed anybody but the plan was to look as if we'd tried and didn't understand what else we could do; can you help, officer? But no sign at all of anyone, let alone officers of the law.
Scrambled through woods and over rocks, searching for old markings. Have to find a decent rock and then gently clean it to see if there are images there. Found several and two of especial interest, I think. Thinking of the images; what with not being an archeologist, I'm hunting images that have a resonance of some sort. Took a compass and found that there is no obvious orientation. Took some (difficult and inept) rubbings.
So glad Gracie was with me, it was hard to move up and down and indeed along and I was frightened of falling and breaking something. Me, chiefly. And the cuckoos were calling, the sun shone, the forest was coming back to life. Brilliant.
In the cold light of the evening studio, the painting on the easel looks especially daft.
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