a horseman - a tree - a sheep (you are here)

'all I see in front of me is route. suddenly, near the crest of a hill, I thought, there is a horseman, but when I moved in closer it was a tree; then I saw a sheep, and was uncertain as to whether or not it would turn out to be a bush, but it was a sheep, on the verge of dying. it died still and pathetically; I’ve never seen a sheep die before. I marched very swiftly on...' 

- werner herzog, of walking in ice, 11th december1974. 

horsemouth has taken advantage of the break in the rain to go for a walk on the common. the dogwalkers were similarly out and about. it's now looking like the break in the rain will be the best part of two days (friday afternoon may be decent also) and then we are back into it until the winter solstice (pretty much). 

in a bit horsemouth will be off to do the egg delivery. (ok he's just done it. he's just back). 

david grubb's beneath the visiting moon continues to go well. david has moved to cornwall to become a writer. he has fallen in with the now little known writer james ernest turner, an author of ghost stories, crime fiction and nature poetry. 

'james wrote to live.. he wrote for glossy magazines, did radio work and book reviews. his writing was the source of his income. he didn't find prose a bore, he didn't resent the time it took, time that he would otherwise have spent on his poetry. I learned that in order to make writing a success, at the time of putting pen to paper each project had to be seen as being as important as any other writing task. a book review took as much time and energy and concentration as writing and revising a poem. all writing was important...' 

the town has (after a number of near misses) flooded while david was there. 

and so completes part one of david's book. in part two he will propose an experiment in autobiography the ancient child's album. you are invited to complete your own in part three (the only text made available on those pages is you are here). in part four there seems to be a fictitious account of the making of a movie about it. 

horsemouth has been watching a 1979 tv series called the omega factor (he can't think why he hasn't seen it before - maybe his social life was too busy in his last few years in caerphilly).  it's a stone tape type parapsychology and technology and secret government agencies type thing. 

a morning with clear skies. in a bit horsemouth will go off and get the bin from the bottom of the drive.  a clearish day with the usual pattern (rain) not being re-established until the evening.