a frost but no snow

'through frozen rice fields

moving slowly on horseback,

my shadow creeps by'

- matsuo basho.

horsemouth is up and about. he has a coffee (cafetiere coffee granted but coffee none the less) and a sightly stuffy nose. soon breakfast. 

just a second he's been troubled by a memory. no on second thoughts forget it. let's wait until he is more lively to deal with it. 

yesterday, in the valley where his parents live, there was just a frost (no snow yet), in the fields where the sun shone the frost melted and it looked like autumn (there are still leaves on the trees). but where the hedges and woods and hills cast a shadow the frost stayed all day and the land seems frozen - like the permanent winter in the narnia. 

today a day of low cloud, the sun will not be able to reach through and melt the frost, but it is warmer his father says (he's been out already).

in the evening he watched six and half hours of dudes talking about the blue oyster cult (actually in the end he probably watched four hours of it - up to about club ninja). they went chronologically through the albums (with minor digressions for the live albums). boc's career is larded with mis-steps; mirrors, the revolution by night and club ninja  (which killed  them off for the best part of a decade).  but they have survived to be on tour forever. horsemouth regrets not seeing them with albert or joe bouchard.

horsemouth posted the outlaw bookseller's  list of 10 winter SF novels (including ice by anna kavan), a friend proposed he watch quintet.

in a bit he will go for a wander up on the common. later a wander with his mother.