At noon a heron flies low north of Preston ..... 12.07 a second heron stands proud in a field.
One tree has kept a head of brown curly leaves much to the envy of his bald brothers.
A church sleeps waiting to be woken for the 'watchnight.'
...still travelling North
The folly of Lancaster announces that we are 1/3 there
The river Lune is crossed and the hills that mark The Lakes are upon us
We wave to some excitedly waving children as our cars pass .... it is exciting ....I am excited
Inside our car we wonder whether it is light in Space
J. mentions that we have passed a car advertising hydrotherapy for dogs ..... now a sign for a dog behaviourist..... If I were a dog is this the place to live or to avoid?
...We are being pulled northwards and upwards as our ears muffle and it drops from 10'c to 8'c
There is just one ribbon of snow left on a hill
We pass Kendal and my teeth wince thinking of mint cake and its shocking sweetness
The wind farm stands petrified and it rains
Rarely do we reach Shap without rain
We are inside a cloud midway between home and hogmanay
At Teebay Services Heron No 3 passes by just an arms reach away.
I love herons ....they look wrapped in the past ...to see 3 must be lucky .... not that I believe in portents but if I did this would be one, a good one I have decided
At Biggar in the centre of the road they have built a giant bonfire to mark the end of one year and the beginning of the next. 2 days later on our way home it still smoulders ...the old year refusing to end neatly.....
And we arrive in this city of beautiful stone and even more extraordinary spaces..... of gaps.... of secrets..... of whispers
This time we fill in another corner ..... Strangely I possess a sense of direction in Edinburgh .... I know which way to go ....
And it's the last night of 2010
....We have tickets onto the Street ... There are others like us but most are young.
New Year is not a favourite time but this year in this city of ghosts I am going to lay some to rest.
One tree has kept a head of brown curly leaves much to the envy of his bald brothers.
A church sleeps waiting to be woken for the 'watchnight.'
...still travelling North
The folly of Lancaster announces that we are 1/3 there
The river Lune is crossed and the hills that mark The Lakes are upon us
We wave to some excitedly waving children as our cars pass .... it is exciting ....I am excited
Inside our car we wonder whether it is light in Space
J. mentions that we have passed a car advertising hydrotherapy for dogs ..... now a sign for a dog behaviourist..... If I were a dog is this the place to live or to avoid?
...We are being pulled northwards and upwards as our ears muffle and it drops from 10'c to 8'c
There is just one ribbon of snow left on a hill
We pass Kendal and my teeth wince thinking of mint cake and its shocking sweetness
The wind farm stands petrified and it rains
Rarely do we reach Shap without rain
We are inside a cloud midway between home and hogmanay
At Teebay Services Heron No 3 passes by just an arms reach away.
I love herons ....they look wrapped in the past ...to see 3 must be lucky .... not that I believe in portents but if I did this would be one, a good one I have decided
At Biggar in the centre of the road they have built a giant bonfire to mark the end of one year and the beginning of the next. 2 days later on our way home it still smoulders ...the old year refusing to end neatly.....
And we arrive in this city of beautiful stone and even more extraordinary spaces..... of gaps.... of secrets..... of whispers
This time we fill in another corner ..... Strangely I possess a sense of direction in Edinburgh .... I know which way to go ....
And it's the last night of 2010
....We have tickets onto the Street ... There are others like us but most are young.
New Year is not a favourite time but this year in this city of ghosts I am going to lay some to rest.
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