I’m working on the project of going bagless. See, I joined the bag brigade years ago, starting with a clutch bag to hold my Filofax and pipe/tobacco. Over the years the amount of stuff I need to carry around has increased until, when we lived in Lincolnshire, it embraced two cameras, a full-size sketch-book, three different sizes of notebook, a pencil box, a travelling water-colour sketch kit…
And it’s all become too heavy altogether, weighing down my shoulder and holding me down to earth with far too great an emphasis.
I am of an age now where I need to reduce the weight of my anchors, the better to be able to float off when the time comes. I no longer need an ox-cart.
So, I’m working on the project of acquiring a lightweight jacket with pockets and a new Filofax to house diary, notebook, sketch-book, addresses… you know the kind of thing.
Other than that, sitting contentedly in the sun, thinking of days long past and wondering if the heroes of my childhood are happy in their respective valhallas. If any of them are still alive then I feel for them. Deeply. No-one should get that old.
