kilvert's dad has been visiting and has been away to llangorse to go fishing.
'the best day's fishing he had ever had.'
yesterday horsemouth dug up some potatoes. some are really big (baked potato size). he also brought in some tomatoes to ripen on the windowsill (he wants the tomato plants to put their energy into ripening the green tomatoes that are on them).
he wants to pause cropping the peppers to give them a chance to get bigger (but he suspects that they have had their lot for this year).
he wants to get out and take a crack at picking more damsons. (he's just taken a look - he thinks they've left it too late, most of the fruit have gone mushy).
they have more spinach than they know what to do with (or could eat before the frosts come).
it is the anniversary of the release of santana's caravanserai - the album where he starts making the jazzy prog that will last him until amigos and will become a definite part of what he does after. this will take him into the orbit of alice coltrane and john mclaughlin.
in the evening horsemouth watched rififi a french gangster movie directed by the blacklisted jules dassin with an awesome robbery scene.
in the morning well it's a grey-ish morning. horsemouth is unsure about the day.
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