It's a beautiful, sunny April day. I went out to site B today, about half an hour cycle ride. Everything was falling to bits, though; me (runny nose, streaming eyes, and only two tissues), bike (chain slipping, only one gear useable), shoes (one split), but after a couple of hours of taking pictures (and so at least alleviating guilt from not taking any) it was then really nice to just pause, and not to cycle home straight afterwards, but to sit at the top of the earth bank that surrounds site B, among the cherry trees. It was really nice, simply looking out, down through the trees, it was suddenly a little bit surprising. Not so much the view, which is not particularly scenic, obviously, after all it's just a construction site spread out below, with vast heaps of gravel, tons of debris and some deep-cut excavations with a few feet deep of shimmering, palest green run-off water, tinged in places with rust. The strangeness came from noticing that in the act of seeing I becam