twelfth night

the 6th (twelfth night) kilvert travels  back to langley burrell (2pm train from paddington 1872)

horsemouth has taken down the christmas decorations. he had until tonight (maybe) but better safe than sorry.

here horsemouth shows you himself and howard's golden glow mix from the 6th of march 2016. soon it will be 10 years of this mix being in existence (horsemouth will then show it to you again). the cover picture is from the bbc a ghost story for christmas episode lost hearts. he's showing it you now because it's the 6th and to fit in with his winter solstice garland of mixes.

horsemouth thinks he's got one more golden glow  mix to show you and then he's shown you all 6 that he did. 

books

horsemouth has just finished off millstone grit. it's a short book. unpadded. 

hughes has finished his walk. he ends it with a paean to growing food. to allotments. to gardens. 

'I have not cultivated any land since I left intake farm; I had never done it before. the five years I spent there was the only period when I have experienced that delicious, close association with the earth, the weather, the seasons, the plants, and other creatures, which comes from working with them to produce a minimal livelihood... in ending my walk there I had found my way back to a certain kind of root; to the closest contact I have ever had with the things I most care about.' 

right now the ground is frozen so horsemouth isn't enjoying that 'delicious, close association'. he thinks the frost will kill off the spinach and probably the broad beans. nonetheless he plans to do better with his food growing next year. he enjoys looking out of his window at the raised beds planning where the next lot of raised beds should be. 

yesterday there was a surprise. there's a problem with making appointments for early in the new year when there isn't a diary for the new year around to write it down in yet. result? surprises.

horsemouth hoped it was going to be ok. it turned out well.