For all the frustrations of working on the project for the Large Retailer, the view from the office is one of the consolations. It’s a long, low building which is slightly below ground level – and on this side of the office there’s a view out over the grounds. Lawns, trees and the occasional item of wildlife. And from where I’m sitting there’s a perfect eye-level view of the heat haze radiating up from the grass, which means that it must be hot out there – this being an air-conditioned glass palace, it’s a constant 21 degrees inside. It reminds me a bit of the view that I used to get from an aircraft window taxiing into somewhere like Madrid or Taipei – sitting in shirtsleeves looking out of the window, watching the scenery shimmering as the sun blasted down onto the concrete hard enough to cause cracks.
Archive for 15 July 2003
I hate summer nights like tonight – it must be at least 20 degrees outside, and it’s too hot and sticky to sleep. There was a haze of smog on the horizon, and it’s turned the moon bright yellow – at the moment it’s hanging over the Armouries and seems to be twice the size it should be. Unfortunately the camera on a P800 isn’t really up to the job of capturing the detail, but you get the general idea. At least half the flats have their balcony doors hanging open, so it looks like I’m not the only one suffering. It’s at times like this that I really hanker after a terrace – I like the idea of being able to sleep outside in a hammock on a night like this, even if the white noise of the weir in the background would probably make sleep difficult.
