Sunday, 27 July 2014

Leaving the Old Repeater Station ...


Les served me my full English on a plate the size of a praetorian's shield - I'd slept under my skylight, dreaming of gentle temple girls - 

Outside, it was like a day in Panama - yesterday's rain clouds were now a memory, a scrawled paragraph in my notebook - 

Through the window, I tried to follow the dizzying darting flights of swallows - 

Les came in from the kitchen - he'd heard me telling Penny about the swallows - 

He spoke softy - when they go, I know it's the end of summer

9.00 
9 July 2014

The kitchen
The Old Repeater Station

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