Falmouth, Thursday 20th March 2008: I passed under a railway bridge and was shunted back to summer childhood visits to an aunt in Loughborough. I stopped, stood and tried to figure out what has caused this. The light was summery though it was only 10C and windy, but as silence reigned those seconds longer it was the traffic that had done it. Rather a total absence of traffic sounds. As in the 50s. Those streets did not need a liminal view-camera emptiness to purge them of movement – there was none in this sleepy backwater of a sleepy town in Leicestershire. Just summer and a long lost railway.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
all the way back to Loughborough
Falmouth, Thursday 20th March 2008: I passed under a railway bridge and was shunted back to summer childhood visits to an aunt in Loughborough. I stopped, stood and tried to figure out what has caused this. The light was summery though it was only 10C and windy, but as silence reigned those seconds longer it was the traffic that had done it. Rather a total absence of traffic sounds. As in the 50s. Those streets did not need a liminal view-camera emptiness to purge them of movement – there was none in this sleepy backwater of a sleepy town in Leicestershire. Just summer and a long lost railway.
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