ok there was less walking around than originally intended (horsemouth had already walked two and a half miles to get there and the weather being blowy and thus not conducive to walking about anyway).
so the radical living?
victorian artists' communes from as far a field as llangollen (and surrey and sussex and the chilterns). then that 70s, 80ies squatter radical thing.
horsemouth recognised a few people in the photos or videos (pink rachel etc.). in particular the lawyer who saved him from a fate worse than death at the hands of the british legal system. thanks dude. horsemouth genuinely means this.
there was a video that seemed to have been soundtracked by the co-creators. (remember them?)
before that a walk over to the transportation hub. before that a coffee and a tea in a not very good modern cafe. after it a walk to the nearest hostelry. two pints (maybe two pints and a bit) of grapefruit-y modern IPA. a packet of crisps each and some sweet potato chips. once again they found themselves too poor (or too mean) to eat out.
having walked in first thing (two and a bit miles) and seen his friend off onto the bus horsemouth got the train back out.
ok in the evening drama as an item of technology back at the homestead in the wilds refused to start up. RESET eventually did it. a power cut is the most likely cause.
horsemouth realises he has no patience with these things and is stressed to fuck.
they have fed him (thank you). and he had a very pleasurable rant in defence of a scientific technical goal over which he has no control (and the political headwinds against it more generally).
it is the morning. will everything go forward as hoped?
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