''who are you and to whom are you speaking' - paulus silentiarius, epigram from the palantine anthology.
by the time he finishes writing this he will have done the first day of the abbey rota
while locking up the abbey horsemouth accidentally locked two tourists in (oops) but fortunately he was called back. that will teach him not to be shy about calling out 'the abbey is closing in five minutes'.
he passed the abbey again on his way up to sylvia's (it was receiving some visitors). up at sylvia's she had a tibetan prayer wheel within it a sutra written in sanskrit. (automated prayer)
music news
howard is up to some hush hush things that horsemouth can't discuss yet (but it all sounds good).
horsemouth's 12 string is tuned down a tone to DGCFAD to make it easier to play (he has just discovered). this was why he was finding singing the low notes in lots of things quite difficult.
his current plan is to tune everything to the harmonium (about 50% sharp) the better to make drone-y music.
he's got 6 guitars back with him now - the 12 string, the hohner 6 string, the laramie, the guild resonator, the paesold classical, the almeria classical (down to 5 strings).
but only 1 guitar stand. (there's another guitar stand back in town he could pick up).
this still leaves (at a minimum) the telecaster copy and a lap steel. he should probably give back the bass.
yesterday an overcast kind of day.
today it has rained in the night. horsemouth is up on time. he will be off in a bit to open up the abbey.
searching for a modern book on book collecting (that he saw on substack) horsemouth found another (earlier and probably better) one on google books. of course book collecting is an insane hobby (especially if you have had 40 years in one of the best cities in the world for it). horsemouth is currently struggling with moving the rest of his collection (and even debating whether it is worth it).
and then there are the records.
today is due to be hot but horsemouth isn't feeling it yet.
'a wood pigeon has built her nest in a fir on the lawn, and it is beautiful to hear her soft continuous cooing among the branches...' - kilvert 11th august 1871 (still on holiday).
tomorrow kilvert will be back to his father's house (and the week after back to clyro). the first volume of the diary will end. (horsemouth will return the book downstairs into the folio society book box. he has volume two up here ready to go.)
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