Lost and Found in E11

I have, for the last week or so, been clearing out a warehouse. Our distribution depot is moving from Bermondsey to Wood Green and this marks the beginnings of a significant re-orientation for Field Study's Man in E11's significant others; me, myself and I in the guise of Julian Beere. Our workaday ventures will begin with a commute north west, rather than south west, from the flat-lands of Leytonstone. We will miss the Limehouse Cut and, at this time of year, the welcome cooling shade and shelter of  Southwark Park - oh, and the fume-filled mind bend of the Rotherhithe Tunnel. What about all those familiar strangers who appeared in my, or our, daily traipse? Were they ghosts, figments, unrequited imaginary friends invented to ease a fear of being alone, or worse, prey to the demons and monsters of the road, broadway, high street, mills, riverside, lock, cut, basin, tunnel and park?  I imagine the field student is appalled by the withering output of Julian Beere. 'Don&

Saturday 12th July 2014   Thigmotropism , Thigmomorphogenesis.

Monday 7th July 2014 found me tasked with finding various locations in Covent Garden and Bloomsbury relating to Virginia Woolf. It was not long after entering the area via Waterloo Bridge and the grand arc of Aldwych that I was immersed in the 'thwarting currents of being' and 'splendours and miseries' of those streets. I was also on the trail of Field Study's Man in E11,  on the trail of (a ghost of) (one of the minds of) a well read Bloomsbury Setter, on the trail of a pencil. This was looking like another lost and found pet situation until I started to imagine some elements of the trail that further disturbed the otherwise ordinariness or banality of my working day. I found a window and climbed in through one side of it and out the other. From the other side of the window I could see students hurriedly making their way between the university buildings. All of them seemed terrified. The area had been blighted by a series of pencil