the soul's song (the dances of universal peace)

wednesday afternoon 

where the branch had been knocked off the tree and fallen into the fence horsemouth has now dragged it out of the way (to where it is now waiting for someone with a chainsaw) and lopped back the brambles etc. beneath it to allow him to nail the fence wire back up on the post. 

he should have taken some gardening gloves up with him (he would have made a better job of it all). still as a repair job he thinks it will do. the putative escaping sheep are attacking uphill, behind the fence there is the remnants of a hedge etc. 

now he waits to see if the next storm will bring down the rest of the silver birch (or more branches from the tree it has fallen onto) and undo his good work. 

in the afternoon he walked some eggs round to a neighbour and walked the recycling bin down the drive.

horsemouth is thinking that he is bored and will publish tonight (and possibly add more in the morning).

it looks like he will be back in the wen for a bit  from round about the 21st to the 28th. 

horsemouth must get back into the habit of using his diary - he has one (matter of fact he has two) for this year (and even, on close examination has some duplication between his diary for the year before and the last 5 months of the year before that). 

a diary is how he can tell you that on this day last year he visited walthamstow with john fromporto, they visited the william morris museum, and horsemouth bought a hard guitar case and a gig bag in the sally army opposite (£15 and £2 respectively),  in the evening they watched onibaba (which was truly excellent). 

the above choir were followers of samuel l. lewis (apparently) - the inventor of the dances of universal peace. 

thursday morning

the day looks like it will be decent (weather-wise). the next few weeks seem mostly bright in the day (horsemouth's main test) but cold. there are a couple of days in the next few weeks with dirty great sun logos on them. 🌞