Monday, August 19

I go for my first lengthy walk since arriving back from London, where I walked a long way almost every day.

I walk down to Puotila Beach by a long and circuitous route that takes me past the now empty (again) shop where the old tv repair shop used to stand.

I walk along the path and onto the new jetty, where two men sit on the deckchairs at the end chatting and drinking beer. I sit on one of the benches halfway down the jetty and notice just how many ducks have gathered.

I photograph as large an amount as I can. I watch the constant motion as some of the rise out of the water to fly five metres before flopping down into the water again. It looks like a school playground where the new children form constantly changing little gans.