Sitting in an aisle seat, I barely feel the countryside, it is far and away, and another land. The day is almost a classic 'English' day. Grey, low clouds: a misty, shifting grey-blue... inverted sea. The air is thick, slightly sultry - water in the voice box. [It is] island weather, the waters around us are insidious, seeping in, permeating the air and breath. [notebook: Virgin Trains service 1st class to London Euston 14 July 2004 9am]
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Looking out the window easily establishes a sense of moving space and moving time. The light changes as the suns arcs across the sky. Scenery alters the sense of place. A journey is then made from these changing experiences, through an ongoing engagement with the shifting world outside; a sensory transition from one landscape to another.