Camping Kettle

Yet another kettle has succumbed to the limescale-infested waters of the Cotswolds and we are back to using the camping kettle on the hob for a few days until we can get somewhere to buy a new one. I just had a rush of nostalgia for many distant camping holidays triggered by the sound of the whistling and heating water, accompanied by the smell of summer rain from the open back door. I love the fact that there’s something that technology, writing, and even art hasn’t yet mastered – these overwhelming, accidental moments which are triggered by multiple senses. Whenever I do anything I consider ‘art’, this is what I’m seeking to somehow recreate – an atmosphere. Even through blogging.Here is a piece of music that I think fits with this atmosphere, and mood. Kettle whistling. The smell of rain and cool air. Distant memories…

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