About this notebook

I walk around Riga with a small notebook and no very reliable sense of direction. A street I meant to cross becomes a street I follow. Most days I come back with a few words about a doorway, a roof, or the colour of a wall after rain.

Later, I try to draw these things from memory. The windows never come out quite right: too narrow, too many, on the wrong floor. But the attempt helps me remember where I stopped, and sometimes I go back just to count them.

This is a place for those small observations. I write when a walk leaves something behind, whether it is an elaborate stone face or the sound of a bicycle being wheeled through a passage. There is no particular route through the notebook. Start wherever catches your eye.