Author: basgallop

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

ladies and Gentlemen i give you: MARROW AND FELLAINI!
the lanky moroccan, good with his head, likes to make the onion bag bulge
sigh, i can now safely retire from the world of football based home grown comedy vegetable puns
these flourished in the garden, first of the courgettes… but turn yer back for a minute and they swell into marrows
as for the yellow ones? gawd knows what they are, i have many of diverse sizes
i saved the seeds from last years very green conventional courgette/marrows and these sprung up… deffo squashes of some sort? presumably edible
he shall be cooked into a suitable tagine, with lots of spices and chick peas!
tho do appreciate the venn diagram overlap of my friends who like football, growing veg and genius puns is probs pretty small
don’t worry hippies, more spiritual gubbins to follow soon! time to finally wash off the glitter and on with work x

and his most famous photo for comparisson

ant: I guess this proves that you courgette what you pay for.

the lap and patter babble of ocean nuzzling against pebbles, sweet sea soothe…
like many folk i have got in the habit of an early morning dunk in the deep blue sea
today i also dawdled over my morning pages, headphones on, listening to sacred heart chakra gong noodling…
i was tempted by the absurdity of playing a sea music relaxation meditation, but wisely resisted!
the ever varied sound songs of the ocean, beautiful, ancient… ooh or mbe the hubbub of human voices around the fire beneath a starry night sky, delish
the harmonies of community in many different tones and registers…
indeed the first noises we would be aware of in the womb, human voices muffled by flesh and amniotic fluid, words shorn of meaning, communication bourne up through rhythmn and a bassier tone?
i think i read somewhere that humans can only develop and grow through the stimulus of the voice? possibly i’m making that up, what do i know, but it certainly feels true
aww back from the bubble of buddhafield bliss, an urge to write about that… but not today! i have already dilly then dallied quite enuff! x

Fran: I would definitely read an entire book of your words if you wrote one, Basgallop… Food for thought? 😘

aw thank you love, an entire book?! are you sure! imagine the shimmering convolution, the heroic brain mangling involved for all and sundry… mbe a brief pamphlet? else a motto embroidered on a kneckerchief? laters alligator! xx