dank… someone has absconded with summer… and despite it being but august we have segued into the season of sogginess, these days of puddle love
the cycle path thronged with snails, i weave in and out of the occasionally unlucky molluscs… them bushes burdened with somewhat moist blackberries
tho my lurid-escent tangerine jacket looks waterproof, it has impressive sponge like properties, and the bike helmet somewhat mushroom toad super mario
of course i’ve been away doing thousands of wonderful things, but nary a picture or a tale! has to wait till i’m home and beginning to succumb to the dullness to post
dank was my word from the festie, a deeply wonderful heart warming experience, indeed, but pushing the car out of the mud on sunday night was very mid 80’s glasto!
gravity is a myth, the earth sucks
anyway struggles and difficulties around for many folk i know at the mo… is it ever thus?… hard to feel the love sometimes… courage and fortitude, love is always there
witter done! look pictures!
julia: Best… photo…ever!!
thanks! i thought it was a good un too… seaford, rain and me are deeply photogenic… you home from meanderings yet? xx
Lou: I love your posts Rich 💜
thanks love, been meaning to message ya, side tracked by the bicyclette-ing and general hurly burly, later xxxxxx
oh and somehow this one cropped up on newsfeed… ha, me posing like a good un..
Lou: lol the only evidence we were there, I enjoyed out chai/golden milk catch up – more of this!
Kathy: Love the puddle pic! Yes, autumn too soon x
kathy! gotta love a good puddle stomp.. always astonished your on here… high time we rendezvoused! xxx
ffs! ‘it looks like your eyes are closed’ even the government passport website thinks its ok to have a pop… not my fault mum is genghis khan
i do a fair amount of gazing into other folks eyes at festivals and am frequently told that i have amazing soulful eyes… small but most certainly soulful
thinking it may well take a while to get an acceptable snap
Kate M: You have beautiful eyes!!!!!!
Rachel F: Belt buckle holes as my Dad would say ☺
slightly kinder than the traditional ‘piss holes in snow’ anyway! x
Rachel F: I deleted that first hahaha x
Kathy: Of all the reasons they could summon to reject you, they choose the one for which you are blameless! ha ha!
Mac: Have you been stung by a thousand wasps?
brut twitch, then heft of rod, plucked forth from the sea… quick silver, lightning quiver… abrupt.. beauty sundered from it’s element
holy mackerel batface! such wonderful creatures, luminous blue and brown tiger stripes set gainst a backdrop of silver glisten… sleek speed epitomy, nowt but taut wriggle muscle, destination forward, yet also somebody’s supper
yep, herds of fisher folk out this eve.. i was away for the usual amble paced sunset pedal and swim
yet once chest deep in the water, you could see the line of darknes approaching, the outlier, a flick, then scamper sparkle of white bait, next, momentarily, the sea heaves and boils…
mackerel banqueting on minnows… before furtive, then gone… euphoria of the wild wild fairy chase
not a pescatarian myself, as a teenager, it was actually the relief of being on a fishing boat and not catching a mackerel that first prompted me in the direction of vegetarianism, too squeamish for the blood and brain splatter cudgel… that at least remains the same… not from any moral superiority, just not for me
blessings on these truly beautiful and potent creatures