River Thames, full moon, Jupiter close by; faithful later still as moon softens and glows low in lightening dawn.. Is there a better place to hear own footsteps on ancient ground?
So he appeared, lad on his back, yard favourite; a good humoured, well-made yearling – his owner’s pride and joy .. far too good for the Derby, we all agreed.. but he could be supplemented, at enormous cost, if he really shapes up well… gently, gently smooth mover
Paucity of spyche’s blogs, a sign of infertile times, but there is news. Sweetbean and Yoyo Amore are married, Dougal and Zeb civilly partnered and this weekend Smoothie, nurseryname for our Derby baby, steps out of his box to say ‘hello, spyche’ (thank you May-an-Injun). Who says dreams don’t come true – watch this space!
Time to shuffle cards, feel pulse, pitch tent at oasis in mind.. do you hear the duffer’s warning? no breeze up this time .. may-an-injun do two-step, early days .. but Derby 14 it is!
Eyes lose light in mourning dawning, black fades to matt under brightening summer sky; downed honeybee eaten by ants..
He was 26 and at the end of his second tour. He talked about the marvels of watching the sunrise and light in the dark sky, of flying above woolly clouds, and recognizing his home station on the green earth below…
Ralph could have baled out with his crew but he didn’t, even though he was unhurt. Bob and he went down to their deaths together, and are buried in the same plot in the cemetery at …
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London before the world wakes..no sound of Big Ben, just rattle of trains and long haul flight arrival..red roses droop, fat squirrel shins up railings on empty street.. a blackbird sings. Who starts the day? not the Today programme, after all..
Deed and Bright Boy provide much amusement – balm for spyche’s sunburn as mad May weather floods London streets, and a ‘witching’ threatens the Flat .. more importantly Black Caviar and Frankel warm up
Foto says it’s all too late -‘clothe yourself in the life you’ve lived not the one you’ve been waiting for’ – ..and, as crowds in Oxford Street overpower the recovering spyche, ‘fashion isn’t to be found in a shop window’.. true, oh sage, true