Frozen countryside .. motionless horses cold in rugs.. Clegg on train to Leeds fails to warm spyche’s spirits .. what an entourage – though nice to see he’s travelling economy or what heavies call standard. ‘Didn’t produce his ticket, though’ observes passenger. One of ‘ten-strong’ entourage must have..surely.
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?
What organisation, what a show, well done Olympics Committee and Seb Coe!..spyche’s dignity gold goes to Muhammad Ali, humanity award to his carer and booby prize to Paul McCartney
Butterflies back in London garden; happy birthday spyche
The Guv woke up this morning, sipped his early morning tea, folded his spectacles and put them neatly on top of his teacup. He closed his eyes and passed away as easily and quietly as he had lived. 1912-2001. No trouble to anyone.
On course : lots of winners, wrong combinations .. No Nobby, no Duffer .. Mr and Mrs Tophat rubbed out at bridge; black dog happy – spyche remembers, then goes home
Eyes lose light in mourning dawning, black fades to matt under brightening summer sky; downed honeybee eaten by ants..
Cards sharpen, bridge crossed, spyche ready to call – who and what, we wonder; tomato plants flourish in window box, garden greens while colours dash.. black dog rumbles ..been eating snails
Orbits alter, spheres of influence adjust: Not-so-Quickly gets caught in own snare, Settings waxes lyrical, Lowlife returns from foreign, Deed sits on fence…spyche goes to lunch
Wild Caviare and spyche eat t-bone in Fens; now new colt plan for Derby .. will he be ’50 shades of grey’,? or, with his owner, agent and trainer ‘three graces and a bachelor’? Beautiful herons die because they grow up to eat fish; deer invited to gathering are shot for pot – and hens lay eggs fresher than Waitrose…it’s a country life; spyche chunters.