Monthly Archives: September 2019

.an italianate village.

portmeirion with friends

i sit up better to type
see it is raining softly
this morning

an inspiration
from sir william clough ellis

he wore yellow wool socks
with breeches

over here suspenders are what
ladies wore to hold up stockings

i assume yours are braces
to hold up trousers, to
despite gravity?

his imagined village
come real. my friend lives
nearby, a tenant

three of us with village
transport laughed
played all day

maybe as my walk is cancelled
i will write of it here

i feel i need to address each point

a must try harder
note coming into mind

good girls apparently were
awarded a red girdle back
in those days

a belt
not suspenders


currant bun for breakfast
went shopping

.a bientot.

a brief note

as i am off out today

on a jolly after

my refuge yesterday

i feel i could spend more time

on detail here focussing on

each point to talk over yet

we talk the way we talk

without rules and ceremony

no pressures

so we carry on, carry on

glad of your early day

glad for your shoes

yet miss your joy of riding free

your words on flowers and skunks

a change is coming this way and that


gotta be gone in one hour

bathed & fed

a bientot

.dust up.

it is bank holiday here

i am hiding

i am later

planned in advance

yet come with guilt my

justification is that the

work has been lengthy

the learning

with no real end result

sometimes a dust up

clears the decks and

all settles back nicely

with a new bravado

new understandings come

and once again once again

we learn

i find it quite hard

to unlearn

yet we must we must

for some lessons were not true

our mothers maybe were wrong

or misguided

they were a different tribe

you say nice things

i will suck the juice from those phrases

to keep some confidence

she said to identify the things

you dislike

of yourself

one to hundred? i replied

i like that you said

scattering the ashes

claiming our place

is it a big hotel, posh?

i will make a clean bed next

and think of you down in

the laundry room

taken a new meaning here

the metaphor.


gwil already

gone on his


i heard him

.the laundry room.

i thank you
for writing about the dilemna
for explaining it all

the picture of linen to the ceiling
the word soiled

the explaination of how you are
is honest

i hope things are much improved
no need for that word

on the boat last week
the commentator used the word
discharged maybe five times
in regard to cargo

another twitch here

words have power
make me itch
a bit

it is good to know ourselves
it helps us manage

i guess the summer is coming
to a change

quiet so far
tourists gather here
the holiday weekend


i am sorry to hear of your day
if you able
the detail
i can listen
a new day
goldfinches on seeding knapweed
simple things

i was to cut it down soon
now i shall not

they balance so sweetly
eating the seed

yesterday was charming
i looked at the trees with clover
i looked at the garden

i will go again
another day

late summer

about friends

.young love.

yes it was bournemouth

another place
another life

i loved julian st pierre
it was difficult those days

we thought

not knowing
the future

now the forests burn

i go early to montgomery
a free ride

home tomorrow
being bank holiday, i hide

.things took a turn.

it is said that a relative married
a gipsy lady who lived at
redhill common in a tent

it is said she had two thumbs on each hand
like anne boleyn i think . too

that is why long sleeves were fashion then
to hide things

i think now we say romany

in kinson the jeffs lived round the corner

the men were lovely and i loved them
the ladies sold flowers, went to the square
by bus
and stayed all day
unless sold out early

it was nice to find
all their photos
on social media

as it was all a long
time ago

even then
things had started

we played with the gipsy folk
up on turbary common & julian
went with them when
they left their camp at
the brickworks

the police brought him back
they felt they knew best

they did not know the half of it

things took a turn
at the studio yesterday
left me tired

it is a different day today
with other plans

hows the job going?
how are your legs now?

6.55 am


found the secetuers

in the bag with the


noted the weight was

not right

the room is lighter


the memory is settling

my mind is quieter

will write of it all in


6.19 am

battery three quarters