Dead Sound

Yesterday evening: little wind, low cloud and light mist. Walking along the sea front, martins pulling G around me.


Staying put

Taking down the last festival of the summer and then the cold nights come, the autumn stars telescoping the days into gray mornings and evenings that fade before the dinner's cooked.

By the time I'd driven home from Greenbelt, I wasn't leaving the north this season- so I turned down an interview on the south coast. So I'm trying to turn some things round- planning to take up capoeira if I can hack the hour and a bit journey into the city for the classes, and trying to get funding from work for an OU degree to force me to remember some maths.

So for now I'm moving on by staying put.