courgette flower guzzling season, a soggy soporific afternoon, too lazy nowadays to do more than endlessly post pics of lunch x
megan: There are so many tasty flowers!
ooh what are your faves? and i’ll search them out… i’ve been nibbling on ooh sea kale, honeysuckle, dandelion, gorse and hawthorn a fair bit… tho not all at once! xx
megan: I am eating wild geraniums, nasturtiums, clover, chive flowers, garlic flowers, borage… and more.
of course de edible aliums! why didn’t i think of that, wish i’d planted some chives for the gorgeous flowers now! next year ho hum xx
Korma and Sea Kale … Jai Ganesha ‘There’s a loving in your eyes all the way If I listen to your lies, would you say I’m a man (a man) without conviction I’m a man (a man) who doesn’t know’ …………… all together now Korma Korma Korma Korma Sea Kale-a-meal-eon!
sigh, i’ve resorted to feeble puns for attention now…
the light in a beech wood, in early summer, one of my favourite things decanted through leaves… eerie, enchanting, a lucid nuance of green a day of showers, the gloom of grey clouds, then the brief abrupt hurtle of rain nowt but patter drops neath the canopy, summoning this moist rummage of smells a wind that shivers through leaves, the sharp sun… mottled, flicker, butterfly shadows as with heaney: ‘The riverbed, dried-up, half-full of leaves. Us, listening to a river in the trees.’ far far in friston forest, on a weekday afternoon, nobody at all but the tweet and foible of bird song… near, far, high, low… layered, grooved, vertigo of a constantly shifting perspective a temperate Rain Forest, this blessed land
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oh and climbed an ash on the way back (that ash, lol x) foot braced against one of its tentacles, could feel the subtle strength, the vibrations as the long bough gently writhed in the wind i’ve been dreaming of ash trees and long barrows the last few weeks (long burgh nearby, above alfriston) much as it was in the neolithic? huge swathes of trees, the occasional glimpse of a view stone age, yes, yet always fashioning with wood much work… the scouring of hides, tending of crops, chopping of trees, chiding of beasts!?… yet also space to dream there would be summer festivals, gathering of the clans, time to swap, to gossip, flirt, dance, feast shell fish, nettles, sea weed, deer ha, mead and magic mushrooms… the pulse of a song summoned from the drum, heartbeat of the land sitting around the fire, hound at your feet, telling your story, a piece for the whole across the the circle, caught in the fire glow, the eyes of the one you love much has changed, and, yet, somehow, nothing at all ………… prose typically waywardly lush, but a way of putting off household chores! …. aw thinking of phil, must be a year x
harry styles is filming on nh beach this morning truth be told he’s all over east sussex like a nasty rash… shutting down squares in brighton a few days ago… then turning on the christmas lights in eastbourne next week (yeah i know its a tad early, but it is HARRY) anyway i had to tip toe past security guards and ouch eek across painful pebbles for my beach swim this morning so, next time your down the multiplex if in the background of some hollywood blockbuster you notice a friendly walrus in a lurid pink cozzie, then, as jLenn(?) once sang ‘i am the Walrus’ a friendly security guard and i were surveying the the entire fuss pot palaver, the enormous convoy of trucks, the hubbub, the catering, the Razzamatazz, the covid testing, the kit kaboodle!… when she conspiratorially exclaimed ‘he’s not Neil Diamond doncha know’ good point, Harry ‘cramping my’ Styles, you may well be a singing and acting legend, a heart throb… but, well, your not Neil Diamond
flaps: Breaking news – Harry Styles cast in new Neil Diamond biopic…
typing that, i suddenly realise that i have an aversion to lower case ‘r’ in proper nouns, its just ugly! does everyone feel that way? most other letters i’m happy to disregard case with reckless abandon ‘Rose’ is beautiful, ‘rose’ bit bleagghh! … ‘Richard’ tho, i’m sure we can agree, could never be anything other than beautiful!
aw the timepiece (occasionally the slimepiece) was the greatest of the nightclubs in exeter… blue monday probs the song i remember best, tho no doubt there was a reasonable dollop of the smiths it had 2 floors, the ground floor bar had the most eccentric things dangling from the ceiling, whilst the dancefloor had tons of mirrors… i love mirrors in nightclubs (and they love me!) inevitably a bit goth tinged, but everything was back then
oh and its still going! tho probs slightly different now, my nieces and nephew are ofttimes there… the ‘ghost of uncle dick’ haunts the place
usually the ‘last song’, everyone go home, at the timepiece in 85
Mary: Oh no, I’d forgotten that Louis Jordan song! Snap, amongst all the things I’ve thrown out or lost, I’ve still got my Timepiece membership card. Had my 21st birthday party there and was too full after eating at Coolings in Gandy Street (also still there) to drink, so remember it well! Catherine Wood and Sarah J Smith have you still got yours? (posts her membership card)
your 21st sounds like a hoot! i was in sydney, oz for mine… i didn’t recall that we even had membership cards till i stumbled across mine earlier! i’ve got boxes and files of old stuff… but all decades jumbled up, seldom wade through any of it, never quite know whats there?… usually a guffaw… and sometimes fabulously but weirdly emotional… depth charge of the distant past!
Julie: Mine is long gone. Swapped three nights a week clubbing weighed down with black eyeliner for bed by 10 with a cuppa these days! But hearing Blue Monday and Love Cats always takes me back. xx
julie, had forgotten what a perfect pop song that is! xx
Iain: What a great last song Richard. Beats ‘Hi ho silver lining’ 😃. I still have a Louis Jordan LP, one of my reduced, precious collection. Love the photo.
he was deservedly and somewhat unexpectedly popular in indie circles in the 80’s tho i was left with a frisson of antiquity to ponder (my brain unerringly mathematical) that more time has elapsed since the mid 80’s than between louis and then. eek! x
