Dull

After days of fantastic autumnal colours under a full sun today has turned dull as ditchwater. It suits the extremely gloomy mood around the folly and agony of Brexit.

Life pulses onward nonetheless with the renewal of house insurance and a top up to include earthquake cover, a potter around Poppi Tuesday market (artichokes, lemons, carrots, clementines, half a roast chicken and spuds and a steak and a bit of crostini mix). Watered the leaks and remaining tomatoes, burnt up some garden waste for first time since June - it’s been prohibited until 10 October this year due to the dry, chopped wood and had a roast chicken lunch with a glass or two.

I’m reading a terrifying and terribly gripping fictional (but not that fictional) account of the Łódz ghetto called The Emperor of Lies. Every now and then there are tiny slivers of light in the menace and finality of the annihilating darkness.

For some relief here's A story about my Ancient Mariner moment on a shingle beach in Kent told to me by a ship’s master on one of the cross-channel ferries caught in the Great Storm of 1987 thirty one years ago today


https://www.fergusmurraysculpture.com/other-writing/collecting-seaweed/