the equinox and the end of the month

aargh! hassle with horsemouth's escape plans!

horsemouth (as usual) wants to be away early (just to make sure it actually happens). 

and then he will be back (like he says he will).

he's going into a tube strike (god knows what that'll be like). 

he doesn't see the problems as insuperable though. 

allegedly the elizabeth line will be running. allegedly the overground will be running. the buses will be running. 

the meet is a pub in soho. horsemouth thinks it should work. 

right now, as horsemouth types this (sunday evening 20.31) the shadow of the earth is upon the moon. ok 20.43 nearly over. 20.56 nearly over.  he missed the red moon earlier. 

and right now (again). it is 07.41 in the morning. horsemouth has just fed the chickens. he will be back out later to water the tomato plants and shovel the chicken shit out of their shed. there is an autumnal nip in the air. he has his coffee. he has taken a look at the grauniad (currently running an uglification campaign to get people to subscribe). 

horsemouth is reading non-stop, rather than watership down, rather than caleb williams. 

soon enough the radio 4 news (though no longer news briefing).

it's a beautiful morning (but cold).  coming up - the equinox and, at the end of the month, a last visit to the room in the wen.