Difficult!

Occasionally, though very seldomly, things can be… difficult. Bland, featureless, cold, blustery Sunday mornings fall firmly into the category perfectly. Where to go for that brief, elusive moment of inspiration? Where to find the trigger to release the creative juices? It’s been a little like that this morning, enough time to be out but not really enough time to be driving about searching for new locations, then again will the familiar haunts offer anything new, would I be better served by visiting new ground, indecision, indecision, indecision!

Fighting the inclination, and the warmth of the car, to drive out in search of pastures new I plumped instead for familiar ground, and within a short, cold, blustery, wind blown walk, found myself at Sturminster’s mill. Regularly reliable, though not always inspirational and oft photographed by all and sundry, it’s the one location that provides at least a pleasurable vista’s, even on a cold, featureless, blustery, Sunday morning.

Returning home, crossing the town bridge and fighting the relentless wind blowing over Durrants field, I thought of the town’s two literary giants, William Barnes and Thomas Hardy, who would have known the mill and the river in their day, I wonder if they ever struggled creatively with bland, featureless, cold, blustery Sunday mornings?