Friday 2nd September 

In the MUSAC in Leon. I’ve just been ushered in to watch a rather slight ‘performance’ of a smoke machine and some lights changing colour. It made the phrase ‘dreams gone up in smoke’ come to mind. I was thinking about the two years of planning applications now finally rejected. But then I considered ‘what was the dream?’ Not that specific design of a house (that was rejected) for sure. More the experience that a place to live out in the country that contrasts with tight London can offer. That can take many forms. 

There was an exhibition of ceramics in the gallery but I can’t find any information now about it so can’t write about the artist.

After my visit to the art gallery I walked around part of the town, perhaps not the most attractive part, and sat at a bar to have an orange juice and a bready snack. Then I sat on a bench in a shady park and was shat on by a bird – so moved on. Luckily I always carry tissues in case of urgent need.