April 30th 2021 would’ve been Captain Tom Moore’s 101st birthday; in recognition and in remembrance of his achievement, a new challenge was announced by his family. They challenged ordinary folk to complete a hundred somethings to raise more funds for The Captain Tom Foundation – ‘whether you bake 100 cupcakes or walk 100 laps – help celebrate Captain Tom’s achievements.’ The official ‘Captain Tom 100’ has now finished, but I’ve challenged myself to write a 100 word blog each day for 100 days. I started on May 1st and when I complete my task, I’ll donate £100 to his Foundation.
Outside with an empty head, engaged in a simple task, lifting wet laundry and pegging it to the line, thoughts swirl in a random kaleidoscope of images and words. I hear words in the sounds of the birds, in their conversational ’chk chk chk – k-k-k, K K!’ Pweeept…’ and the broadcast calls of the scrap metal man becomes his dissonant song. Eneee-y old iyern, eneee-y yold dyern, any yer old iyeeeern!’
Sounds crystallise into words, words become mere resonances I don’t understand, as if in a foreign place with an unknown foreign tongue, babel of converse, a background sonic stream.