'I am 30 years old today. well, well, well.'

 an entirely written in the morning blogpost

'I am 30 years old today. well, well, well.' writes kilvert on this day in 1870. 

after breakfast at college green kilvert and his parents return to the star to pick up their luggage and go their separate ways - his parents via shrub hill, kilvert via foregate street. he buys a copy of faust in an english translation at foregate street station. back in hereford he walks from the barrs court to the moorfields station (and presumably back to hay). 

plomer tells us nothing more about him until the 8th when he is back in clyro. 

yesterday horsemouth walked to ewyas harold (across the common) then down to wynnstays then back to by the dog to get the bus back. roughly 1.8 miles. for some of it he was carrying two rolls of chicken wire in his rucksack (he is undertaking a reinforcement of the fence round the chicken enclosure). fortunately he had timed it right to get the bus back. 

he thinks he will need two more rolls of wire to complete the job. 

horsemouth has started  repackaging his nonsense (from this blogspot and from his facebook page) onto substack.

please feel free to follow him there also. to be honest if you are following him here and on his blogspot you won't be missing much  but if you only call in here once in a while you may find the repackaging of his nonsense on substack more digestible.

similarly he has been repackaging his book reviews onto goodreads. if that is what you value about him that is perhaps more concentrated place to find it.