And the award for weirdest conversation this week goes to ...
Just back from a very muddy ride - meet farmer friend in lane -
"Good ride?" - he looks me up and down - man and bike plastered in muck - "You got no fairy liquid left" - "Oh?"
"I used it all up." I raise one eyebrow
"... bullock got himself stuck between post and the wall - could not get him free
- got him all lathered up and we squeezed and ... he just popped out - be fine ... stupid beast
... proper job!"
Something ... tortured ... crawling through the undergrowth in a Penwith temperate rainforest.
Psychologists have back-tracked massively on the power of "priming" but ... just saw the sunset breaking through the windbreak and ran to get my camera. Should anyone resist that?
The Choisya in the front garden has got so big & thuggish that its days are numbered - just waiting for May Day, when it will be denuded to decorate us both for May Horns, and then it's toast. Pruned to with an inch of its life. If it comes back ... that's good.
Ach ... good day.
#Poets ... The November post by Sue Wallace-Shaddad in The Maker, the #CharlesCausley #Literary Blog, includes stanzas from my #fingerpost #poem #Penwith Fingerstone. Link below.
https://causleytrust.org/blog/november-blog-by-sue-wallace-shaddad/
#poets #charlescausley #literary #fingerpost #poem #Penwith
Another stomp around #ancient #Penwith #Cornwall today. Explored Bosigran Castle, an #IronAge #PromontoryFort and found a wonderful ‘fuggy hole’
#ancient #Penwith #cornwall #ironage #PromontoryFort