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Out West: Day Six
Catching myself in the mirror by the compost toilet and shower cabins, i notice that my face has become slightly tanned from these few days outside. I definitely need a haircut and my beard is sprouting. My morning regimen is normally to shave, before moving onto the loo and shower stages. Out here, my days… Read more
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on geography
You’ll be asking the same questionThe question I’m asking’Where are you, darling?’I’m hereYou’re thereWhen you long to be hereAnd I long to be thereThen you’d be asking’Where are you, darling?’As would I~ CLP 20/02/2026 Read more
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Out West: Day 5
I woke at around 6:20 a.m. Total silence. Pitch black. The first croaks of the crows started at 6:33 a.m. By 7:25 a.m. it was light. Light? Ha! Will it get much brighter than this all day? One hundred percent cloud cover and there was light rain by 9 a.m. Whatever the forecast for the… Read more
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Out West: Day 4
Working with, or around the weather, is critical with so much work to be done outside. Checking weather via the BBC, the Meteorological Office, or even the French Metéo app, offers good clues about what’s ahead, allowing for rough plans to be made, or helping decide what clothing to don, at least. Any weather good… Read more
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On Settling
No longer panickedBy anxiety and fearAll is clear and calm ~ CLP 18/02/2026 Read more
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Out West: Day 3
Birds singing woke me, beating my phone alarm to it. As the shadow line of the eastern horizon crept down from the rookery toward the tree trunks, the corvids begin warming up their vocal cords. Erratic caws, a few short flights around the tree tops, wing stretches in the first sunlight. I never get tired… Read more
I write as I wonder as I wander.
Journey of Words 