at the rumination of the cud (a.n.yway)

'watch me join the circus

watch me steal the show

there ain't no easy money

there ain't no easy road...' 

- wishbone ash, no easy road from wishbone 4. 

to harp on about travel arrangements. 

so horsemouth has this plan involving the 39A (seemingly the only bus in herefordshire to run on a sunday).

his original plan was to get it to the vowchurch turn (and then walk from there). but pesky of peskies it seems that the nearest it can get him to there is another mile and half up the road at peterchurch poston mill park. (it seems to go via madley instead which is a bit far out of the way). about 5.1 miles (slightly shy of 2 hours walking)

it might be easier to get out at kingstone and walk from there (more like 4.6 miles/ an hour and three quarters). 

that's the best that can be done horsemouth thinks. 

horsemouth thinks he's walked it before - he got the wrong bus as a kid when they'd just moved to the area  in 1980 (to say he was not best pleased would be a fucking understatement, it did not endear him to his new home). 

anyway it's do-able. it's pretty much a straight line. it's just a trudge. 

it's the tuesday afternoon. horsemouth is going to go for a walk on the common. (he's just back). 

a.n.yway 

horsemouth came up with the title for this post at the rumination of the cud while watching the sheep ruminate the cud. 

this morning it has clearly rained. horsemouth is unused to this (but it's not like the garden can't use it). today eggs, bin, possible online meeting then the game of thrones edition of the communal endeavour.