Fail better.

All before. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter.

 Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Samuel Beckett

Still quite dark as I arrived on my spot. Warm, for this time of morning (night). Slightly hazy. By 6:00 light enough to start work. 

Soon after, visited by a fidgety weasel who came to inspect my drawing case momentarily, indifferent to my presence, it seemed. 

A hare hopping along the base of the dike.

Between 6:00 and 7:00, just as the sun rose, it seemed to set again. low whispy clouds coming in from the west, and increasing humidity and mist from the south-west. Getting colder.

At 8:30, witnessed a double kidnapping. A young blond woman and her dog passed behind me, running fast. The woman was pushing a buggy, presumably with a baby inside, the dog was dragging a man who was leashed to the dog with a belt round his waist and a length of rope. The man was staggering so pitifully that he couldn't even cry out for help. As I didn't want to get involved, and the day was reaching adolescence anyway, I decided to pack up. If anyone is interested, they fled in the direction of the Belgian border.

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