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Monthly Archives: December 2014

the narrow road to the deep north

20 years ago I read a book called Death of a River Guide which I didn’t enjoy and which I don’t remember, but which has stayed with me ever since. not like a scar or a limp, not like a stain. more like a family photo granted immortalisation-by-framing. I didn’t read any of Flanagan’s other [...]

the best of trails

There are new mountain bike trails in Holly Bank and they are the best in the country. The past three days have bequeathed my first three rides. Fourth if you count the one at the very periphery of my memory from which all I can salvage is a dissolving image of an expansive plateau of [...]

you can be happy with a very small patch of sunshine if the sunshine is on you

Dimsim is busy working on some country-western song writing today, having established there is no more money to be made in house.


this morning so benign out the window, but this afternoon the plane I was meant to go home in was hit by lightning. the wide expanse of land muffled the thunder, absorbing it like a dark blanket, but the water that followed leaked into my sandals and into the House of Representatives.