Spent a lovely evening with Anne and Giles last night, fed a meal of fish and salad and gem melon. Giles enthused about the artist Klimt, and Hieronymous Bosch, and showed me his book on Peter Bruegel the Elder, I mentioned the painting I came across last week — Bruegel’s ‘The blind leading the blind’, where the church in background could just as easily have been found across the road in New Town rather than in sixteenth century Europe — just amazing. I think what gets me here is realising that the lives of sixteenth century individuals is so similar in many ways to my own, with one major difference being that if I walked into that sixteenth century church, there’d be no electricity….