Bootlace Walking Holidays
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‘Blessed are the Cheesemakers’‘one of the big nose’s husband’ … Cheese, would you just get your head around it, if you can. Made from milk. A block of solid cheese from liquid. Liquid milk turns to hard, soft, by-crumbly cheese. It’s boggling, bonkers and as hard to fathom as folk who live in the TV. […]
‘Don’t run till you see the blues of his eyes’‘Bill Teachtoldyouso’ …a rounded stone moved, just ever so. Off circular in shape, large enough to fill an adults hand, freckled silvery grey on a smooth black backdrop. Not alone, but sat disjointed atop two other stones of similar size, darker in colour harbouring a freckle-less […]
‘Onwards and onwards to Ninnyland and t’ North’‘C.S. Lewis no …-..-“ …sharp turn, right, circumvent the open. Keep close to the edge. If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking too much space… mutters a muttering from the woods, ‘whoa, rad’, he thinks. Keep thoughts clear, press on. Blocks of rock emerge from the […]
‘Nothing like the smell of cows first thing in the morning’‘Apackofcows Now’ Nothing quite like the smell of cows. It’s an early morning shaker. Stacked in a wholesome pungent plop of goodness. Me, I’d shovel it in spades, build my house out of it, have it for tea. Vic and Bob may prefer an onion […]
‘She put de lime in de coconut, she drank ’em bot’ up’‘Harry – he ain’t had my mackerel – Nilsson’ I’ll tell you what, cold beans aint hot. Spontaneous cooking is insane. Cooking for yourself blows the bejeeber-lid off. Experiment. Burn. Spice it up to factor sizzling nostril hairs on the sneeze. Go mental. Whoa, […]
‘Forgot about this bit’‘Don’t know who’ Our indecision is final. Ain’t that the truth… or is it. Who knows? Sixes and sevens is where I’m at this week. Aye, had one of those weeks. Not sure if to or fro-ing, coming or going, Aces high or low or if pots and pans really are if’s […]
‘I don’t like climate wiped out critters, I love ’em’‘The Extremes’ One degree, massive, beautiful. Bees fly into windows, late evening dog trots, flip flops slippery when sweat and no one cares about dykes lapping over Holland’s flaps. Still, I won’t be dipping me pinkies in the drink anywhere above or below the 53 degree […]
‘If you go down to the woods today, you better beware of it’‘Stephen Henry Hall & his Orchestra King’ Its smooth brown distinguished hulk sauntered delicately across the path and paused. Its surroundings inconsequential as it turned to stare, unfazed, motionless, as it casually disappeared into the summer’s tall grass. All the while and as […]
‘And back to me Clive’‘Keith’ A-top Great Hill the horizon flickered in a late May heat. Glimmers of farm greenhouse roof tops danced like white horses on a far-off ocean. A gentle warm zephyr blew my 1970’s haircut into a Keith Floyd episode. Perched on that realm of serenity, huevos rancheros bubbled in a clay […]
‘let the sunshine, let the sunshine, the sunshine’‘KC and the Sunshine band does Hair or was it Godspell’ Sun be praised on an alley-oop, scooped under a walloping whooshka with sprinkles. Bless our sol and let us wade deep in your melted butter oh great fiery furnace of the skies. …melted butter and oil and […]
