returning to the wilds

ah. it's a cloudy day and a breeze is blowing (this is the thursday we are talking about). 

horsemouth has just been up to islington for a ritual called the banking of the cheque. this time, unlike monday, when the branch was closed for reclamations, horsemouth successfully banked the cheque.

horsemouth is of course trying not to add to his cultural kipple, that he will, eventually, have to move, so no shopping. he allowed himself a look in the powerscroft road book box (if only to see if his offerings of the previous evening had been accepted - they had). 

in a bit he plans another visit. 

the books he is keeping and what he is disposing of are somewhat random. some books that he has never got round to reading, he will be taking, some he will be disposing of. 

friday he will be returning to the wilds. mostly so he can get in a chat with his brother. his original reason for going back on the friday was that the buses ran up the valley from pontrilas on a friday afternoon (but not on a saturday afternoon).  if horsemouth was carting back anything large himself such a bus would be helpful. but it looks like his brother will give him a lift back from town so that reason has popped and gone. 

he has a reason for being up and away earlyish - to avoid the heat of the day - plus he always gets antsy if he knows he has to travel. 

and it's the morning of the friday. horsemouth has successfully killed time ahead of his travelling. he feels a bit bad about this (but various people weren't available and blah - the heat kills a lot of things in the day and work eats up people's time). 

he's just trying to work out what he should take back with him. he thinks he's leaving the wheeled suitcase here (for next time) and taking the 12 string (in its huge case) back with him. 

his plan (such as it is) is to sit in the wilds and make music