Category: audio

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

heartfelt thanks for all the birthday love beamed in my direction! all hugely appreciated, wonderful!!
tho like many folk i struggle a bit with birthdays… lawks knows, ha, i’ve had a few, so should be used to them by now
it’s not so much the gallumphing of age, on the whole it’s been a blessed and miraculous journey,
just the awkwardness of both needing to be the center of attention and simultanously embodying the epitomy of reluctance
so thanks! So what do you get for the self obsessed narcissist who has it all?
well if your joe, you do a painting of them as a surreal colourful probiscus/mandrill monkey, and hang it in the most ostentatious gold frame imaginable!!
truly the most preposterous pressie i have ever received, i feel like the supreme ruler, life long emperor of tajikistan! complete alan patridge super fan stalker gift. genius!

plus a few other birthday blessing images!

hawthorn tincture day!

froth of white blossoms galore on the hillside, sacred to venus aphrodite, i’ve been thinking to garner them for the last week… but was waiting until the moon was waxing rather than waning… when you don’t know what your doing always helps to make it up

broadly take some scissors and snippety snip the flowers and tender young leaves, above the woody bit basically, i was nibbling blossoms non stop and such a refulgent pong!

shove flowers into a demi john, souse with the cheapest wodka lidl can provide… hide in a dark cupboard for a month (tincture not me!)

Rachmaninov! you know its going to be good when named after a melodramatic Russian piano noodler!

ah i love writing the same post every year! seasonal circular… but hawthorn, may, member of the Rose family, the best medicine for a broken heart and most other cardiovascular conundrums!

oh listening to this its got that ‘all by myself’ melody, blooming Rachmaninoff ripping off 1970’s soppy ballads

possibly one of the dullest snaps i’ve posted (even by my not exactly exalted standards!)… here/now up in the loft next to my computer
…. but but but… also one of the more exciting! seeds galore! the perplexion of potential… too da max!
nature abhors a vacuum (i’m not a great fan of hoovering myself)… all being well… with a little sunshine, periodic watering and my singing to them … rainy night in georgia being todays fave
in a few months, all will be glut and abundance.
sow seeds now! tis a revolutionary act!
this batch toms, chilles, courgettes and lettuce… mostly stuff which has loitered forgotten about from last years crop, that and some from the marvelous seedy sunday
this year i am cheating slightly… shop compost, my home produced wonder stuff… size of a cow… will be for when they go out into the cruel harsh world
as with mine theres always random nettles growing through… too many years of nibbling away playing lettuce or vetch… usually vetch i retch
anyway eventually it will stop raining? easter blessings y’all xx

katie: This is definitely not dull!! It’s brightened my day no end…the seeds sown and Randy Crawford on a rainy day in Seaford. Thank ou

ha! better than a Seedy day in Rainford… my pun-tastic brain wants to say, hope your all getting on swimmingly!… pop in some day soon, and will keep ya posted if theres any socials up at the garden xx

hannah b: Of course you know Katie Hall, Richard Basgallop ! Haha. I also like your seedy pic, need to get going with mine bit involving a toddler in the rain makes it more of a daunting task than usual… 😉 ! Need to meet up soon xx

ha! my tentacles are everywhere… get going with your sprouting, tho yeah must be many toddler-esque distractions! we should all rendezvousvous… now that all be spring xx

megan: I have started lots of mine too. Nothing I can think of provides more hope and optimism than this!

growing galore! life fills me with profound astonishment… with the caveat that just as well i don’t have to survive solely on the shoots i tend, ha… hope all be glorious in that most beautiful of cities xx