Sunday, May 18, 2008

The water, a beer and not my job.

1. At the bottom of a dusty hill, over sharp rocks, the surface of the sea waits to receive me.

2. In Bob's shop, a respectable auntie with beautiful white teeth enjoys a glass of beer at noon.

3. The sounds of someone else lighting a barbecue.

In my absence: The ever thoughtful Sarah Salway enjoys
A Quiet Sit Down with her catalogue of wonderful benches.

Rind, mustering and moon.

1. The crack of pumpkin rind as I bring the knife round the lantern lid. 2. Now they've been pointed out to me, everywhere I go, I see t...