Will came round to see us this afternoon - Benni and Bruna were with him - Will used to be our postman - he's an Ulsterman, very softly spoken, an ardent collector of rare vinyl -
Will drank a Tanglefoot in the garden - earlier I had collected wind falls from the apple tree - we sat under its lichened branches -
This year, the apples were small and bitter - when we made our Autumn bonfire, we would throw them into the pungent blaze -
This year, the apples were small and bitter - when we made our Autumn bonfire, we would throw them into the pungent blaze -
Will played me one of Nick Drake's songs on his I phone - the sweet sadness of the song stayed with me for a long time -
Will's new round takes him out to Kimmeridge - he delivers letters to Edward Fox -
We went to the river - Benni and Bruna walked out into the clear rushing water -
I thought again about Nick Drake - I imagined him, heart sick, fated, playing his guitar -
16.00
July 22 2014
Under the apple tree
The Old School House
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