good morning! good morning!
horsemouth is up and the sun is shining. (he admits it, he has his coffee).
we are in the golden glow when the sunlight is softened and refracted by a longer than usual journey through the earth's atmosphere (there is a similar golden hour at sunset). the people walk past horsemouth's window (it is a saturday so they are less likely to be on their way to work and there are no kids being towed off to school by their parents (so far)).
horsemouth's room is cool and shady (but does decently for the light). it is mostly bookshelves (with some record and CD storage). horsemouth favours wood (and oak woodstain). he has a raised platform bed the better to permit storage of kipple underneath it (an unused coffee table, various rugs, a marching drum, a collection of cymbal stands).
from horsemouth's angle the front garden does not look too bad (it is very green, a tree is growing enthusiastically (fuelled by the compost bin), the variegated leaves of some shrub or other have spread to cover all available ground surfaces). it is a verdant yellow and green paradise (as long as you ignore the carefully stacked building waste - indeed horsemouth has installed some kind of a blinker so that he cannot see it).
from the road it looks terrible (building waste, superfluous bins, bin bags the bin men have rejected etc.).
we roll towards the solstice. thereafter the dog days of summer. temperatures are warmer but the summer iz y-going out.
yesterday horsemouth got the train to highbury and then walked down to islington to visit his bank. he needed to reset his rent amount and to refuel a little. on his way back he raided the mighty flashback records - he picked up a copy of miles in the sky (ron carter/ tony williams) which he is listening to now and a copy of the espers album.
the cover of miles in the sky was illustrated by victor atkins in 1968. for this he received an illustrators award from the society of illustrators.
other than that he sat out in the back garden reading the e.m. forster biography (whence the 'one may as well begin with...' ). later he watched the news and then watched loads of blake's 7.
his countryfile calendar (courtesy of his mum) shows unknown territory for the upcoming week. the week after there's a face-to-face mancom and then the leigh-on-sea folk festival.
the railstrikes may make visiting the festival difficult. we shall see. horsemouth can't see any buses. it looks like the owl service are on on the sunday (which is not a railstrike day).
today he does not know what he is up to. more of the same he guesses.
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