Walking in to East Lodge today I couldn’t help but think that the world seemed like a wasteland to me. The leaden sky with clouds that reminded me of the fluff in a tumbledryer, left too long and thick and grey, laying heavily over the sky. There is a promise of Spring, but only a glimmer of green on a tree, the pinpricks of yellow on the daffodils and forsythia, but this does promise regeneration. I hope it is more evident next week than today’s overcast, rainy, muddy walk to the Lodge.
The link this week to the Journeys with “The Waste Land” blog suggests new ideas, a fresh look at curating exhibitions and celebrates this with a Symposium in Margate to explore the findings of the group. I look forward to hearing from our representative on the outcome.