Several people have asked about the lack of posts. Sometimes things just pile up on me. I had neither time nor lust to write. The house of horrors ground me down. I also took a short trip to Asia to fulfil some work obligations. In the meantime the clocks have gone back and it gets late earlier now. I have hardly touched the camera. Just a few phone snaps here and there. It is a shame as some of the light has been dreamy. Not so the last few days, which have been rain, rain and more rain. I have however been reading. I have finished the 900 pages of Kissinger. I didn’t take the book to HK as the luggage allowance was only 10kg for carry on. Instead I took and finished Valerio Massimo Manfredi’s book, Odysseus: The Oath. I have volume two in waiting. I enjoy Manfredi’s works enormously. I also have on order Bernanke’s latest offering and I am currently reading Adair Turner’s new book. Plenty to keep me occupied.
There was a bittersweet feeling to our return. We had a good trip on Finnair and collected Lulu as our first task. She had been having a fine old time with Treacle, a half Staffy. Upon seeing Mrs. Ha however she cavorted in circles of joyful canine celebration. I on the other hand looked with an air of resignation at the shag pile carpet of leaves and twigs that had descended mainly from the Red Oaks. Our Acers were as red as a Welsh Dragon. The pond net had done its job. The garden awaits.
Here followed an intermission. The ache to write is there but nothing flows. I wander out and my head fills with ideas, musings, fine words until I return to my desk and the horn of plenty has sprung a leak that I cannot plug. Everything has dribbled away. But here are a few shots from this morning. I need to start somewhere.