good morning! good morning!
horsemouth is up and about having slept like a log. (he's just emptied out the compost bin from the kitchen into the big composter out front). hold on a second while he nips back into the kitchen to get a second cup of coffee.
there that's better. now he has it.
last night he watched the hermit of treig on the tv. having travelled round the world and out into the wilderness when young the hermit retires to a forest in the scottish highlands. he builds himself a log cabin, chops wood, writes, takes photographs. but he is getting old. eventually there's a film. he goes to the premiere in glasgow.
in the morning horsemouth wandered off round the olympic park with john. john (as a former lea valley parks operative) pointed out (as they passed through the boundary gate) that the irrigation scheme had never really worked for the lea valley side of it but was sufficient to keep the olympic park in luscious growth. a lot of the trees had been planted in the wrong place (but these were now dying back). the meadow flower plantings had been reasonably successful and kept their form (though some succession of species is to be expected).
after that they retreated home for john to pack and for horsemouth to cook - he did a chickpea and vegetable curry and rice (which john pronounced tasty). john was flying out of heathrow so horsemouth proposed he test out crossrail (aka. the elizabeth line - though horsemouth is not sure why as she didn't build it or pay for it).
horsemouth is now adjusting to as much solitude as the shared house affords. at the weekend the four years of volume three celebration and the birthday of harry everett smith. then we are into half term. horsemouth is off cat-sitting in the cloud forest. there's the end of month list.
it looks like a decent morning outside. he's a bit stuck for what to read next. john has an e-reader and had read silverberg's the isle of the dead recently and was working his way through michael dibdin's aurelio zen series.
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