'called pierre-henri deleau. I’ve pulled him out of bed; he’s the only one who currently knows that I’m coming on foot. nangis: perfectly straight stretch, pleasant to walk since I can trot along the roadside. cold, light snow begins to drift, then rain. it is very cold; at the edge of the snow I encountered a police roadblock, which became most uncomfortable. harvested fields, trees on the sides of the road, heaps of leftover sugar beets... '
- werner herzog, of walking in ice, december 12th 1974.
soon herzog's walk will be over
horsemouth's mum has called into the forge they are up 20kg of mixed corn and 20kgs of layers' pellets (for the chickens), 20kg of potatoes (for themselves and any visitors), and 5kgs of peanuts (for the wild birds for over winter). the potatoes and the corn are in the garage, the layers' pellets are in the feed bin by the chicken shed, the peanuts are in the greenhouse.
his uncle has given him some fresh runner beans to plant next year. horsemouth has some broad beans growing already for earlies and some more in the packet for next year. there's still plenty of spinach growing and the weather looks mild (if rainy) up to the solstice.
once again horsemouth promises to get better at this gardening lark next year
he's been very headachey this last while. he's not sure if it's neck trouble or some flu sort of thing or a tension headache (or whatever). he feels better when he does stuff (even if the headache itself doesn't shift).
his phone still seems to be on the fritz but it looks like it will accept incoming calls (nope straight to voicemail). the question is - is it a signal problem (no signal where horsemouth is) or is it a PAYG/ credit problem. at a minimum horsemouth needs to be able to receive texts or phonecalls - if it won't do that it has got to go in the bin.
it is the start of the winter solstice garland of horsemouth mixcloud mixes
here a later one from 12/12/21 (the last of the 6 he did with howard). horsemouth is pictured in a costume from the fall of the house of fitzgerald engaging in some stage magic. at the moment he was just listening to herbie handcock and the headhunters, now he's moved on to some michael o'shea and now babylon is fallen by swan arcade.
the friday and saturday look like the weather might be decent (thereafter it all goes to shit). looks like christmas eve might be decent but the solstice looks distinctly shabby.
so far a grey morning. we shall see.
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