'I went up the cwm this afternoon. the road was cut to pieces by the ponderous timber carriages dragging timber down from the cwm dingle, and old james jones the stonebreaker was in despair...
the country is filled with the ringing strokes of the chopping axes...'
- kilvert, diaries, 24th april 1872.
horsemouth is back from the bell-ringing
to his shame the bell rope slipped through his fingers last night and he had to be rescued. other than that it went ok. (er,) he could have done without that happening. but sods law was in effect.
afterwards beer (which cheered him up). plus he managed to sell some eggs (so that has cheered him up also).
incidents of mirror travel
‘in the side of a heap of crushed limestone the twelve mirrors were cantilevered in the midst of large clusters of butterflies that had landed on the limestone. for brief moments flying butterflies were reflected; they seemed to fly through a sky of gravel.’
- robert smithson, incidents of mirror travel in the yucatan (1969).
it's a beautiful morning outside. horsemouth will be off for a wander at some point.
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