On the Weekend (VII)

Random tin-can spins

Dances in crazy circuits

Wild Saturday night

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n.b. A tin has been rattling from kerb to brick wall to lamp-post through much of the night. Storm Ciara arrived on schedule and is gusting through the terraced streets creating whorls and eddies of air that tear at fences and buffet trees and whisk this can in merry circuits; Saturday night fever indeed! I am not going out in pyjamas to break up the dance party.

CLP 09/02/2020

January Road Trip (XX)

08:00h Sunday Morning

Football day at last!

Weather is what is on now

Heavy rain, cold wind

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n.b. January? Road trip?? Scotland??? Ye crazy bastards!

The game kicks off at 12:30h. It’s on TV. We’re going to the match. Life is out there.

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CLP 26/01/2020

Sky Pink

From along the ridge

I saw through Swell Wood’s winter skeleton

To the sun-bathed Levels

Their rain-full grips and rhynes

Fields; mirrors to the sky

That held the pink tinge

Of chilled noses

Numb fingers

Of frost-smoke breath

Of the cold that will fall

From behind the stars tonight

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n.b. Grip: cut in the Levels to ease water run off. Rhyne: water channel cut along field edges to provide a way to hold drinking water for livestock and to mark boundaries in lieu of hedgerows.

CLP 19/01/2020