After a very productive discussion with Sian, about Nevada deserts and Norfolk fields, I found myself abandoning a simple plan for something more ambitious, more free ranging. These new ideas involve finding a location, a field, to study; the intention being to acquaint myself gradually with its texture, its colour, its atmosphere. To spend time looking.
I visited where I'd driven before only to discover access to these places was an issue, thick hedges edged one place, the gate padlocked on another, farm watch notices on a telegraph pole Looking for a farmhouse associated with a field I particularly liked, I drove up the track where dilapidation met my eyes. Any of the explanations that sprung to mind for such seeming despair left no room for someone looking for textures. I turned round and drove back to the road. My second thought and the one I am going with is a field in the village where I used to live, where there's also a warm welcome and a cup of tea always available.