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..