I cam back from Paris last weekend to a chilly spell here in Lewes, UK. With Claude Monet’s paintings in mind, the ones where he did series of the same scene through different light changes or seasons, I thought I would try a humble Monet tribute watching the Bronze Age defensive mound, Brach Mound, that sits outside my study window. Here it is over six consecutive days this week when Southern England was briefly plunged into unseasonal blizzard conditions before a sunny interlude and then, today, a touch of rain. As Monet demonstrated so memorably, a single place never looks the same as each moment passes. I’m lucky that my view is so distinctive, weird and memorable.
