When we were driving around Bethesda I saw a street sign which said ‘Hampden La’, and it was one of those moments in which one thinks, ‘That would make a good band name,’ and a vision of the band itself rises up. Kind of sad and preppy and also a tiny bit gay (three scruffy guys); lyrics inspired by English folklore and Victorian poetry. Yes, the debut album would have a Cameron photograph on the cover and be called something like Days at Freshwater.
I listen to Ich ruf’ zu dir, Herr Jesu Christ echo in the cool hush and shade of the living-room; outside the world sways in green and shimmers with the songs of insects. I have left my book — What Maisie Knew — out on the table, and the pages curl in the heat. A while ago I took my father’s photograph against a backdrop of leaves, and he took mine. The mirror is pale on the wall.