Feet of clay

Shap Abbey

A mish mash of a day. A sort out and an irritability led to the tip at Flusco and then a half-hearted search for clay (to use with a bit of iron based? mineral from Goldscope) with a view to trying to make a glaze led to 2 short walks at Eden Lacy and Shap. It keeps the mind occupied, sort of.

The Fist - Derek Walcott

The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved

past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.

Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.