retroactive tidying up of the past

'the book of nature lies closed before us' - john stewart collis, preface to down to earth.

phew. bit of a meltdown in the morning (slow loading shit and the like). either it will be a problem or it won't. here is horsemouth running around like a blue arsed fly and here he is realising there is nothing he can do about it he just has to wait. 

ok so meeting at some point on wednesday when it will become clear. 

horsemouth (like winston in 1984) has just been engaged in a little retroactive tidying up of the past (future historians will curse him for it) but it does simplify the tale he is telling. he has been back for a read over the offending months and it all looks ship-shape and  bristol fashion. 

shitting hell some tanker is on fire in the north sea (er. and a container ship loaded with cyanide gas).

horsemouth is focusing on his time in the wilds and his reading, material relating to the entirely fictitious 'communal endeavour' he is removing. he is leaving material relating to global politics. climate change, decarbonisation  (and railways).

'railways! HUH! (good god y'all) 

what are they good for?

absolutely  loads of things really

(say it again)...' 

soon it will start to rain (monday afternoon) thereafter it is cold and grey all week (there may be some rain also).  horsemouth got in his wander round on the common. 

tuesday morning. he's fed the chickens. taken the milk over to the garage. and in a bit he's off down to the abbey to unlock it. he needs to photograph, photocopy or scan something for his brother. 

at the abbey he saw a tall maninblack with a camera with a telescopic lens walking away - presumably the guy had been out getting some exterior shots (because he wouldn't have been able to get in).  last year there was a photographic calendar put out by the friends of the abbey, but it had been discontinued because of poor sales. the year before, the first year of its publication, the calendar had been very successful. 

good news! his nasturtiums seem to be coming up (he can't remember whether he got them from round here last year or back in hackney - there's a diary entry that suggests hackney 9th of august). but it's about to turn cold again and that may kill them off.