I lived in London for ten years or so.

Now I live in the middle of nowhere.

I like looking out of windows.

And waking up early.

I like walking. And running.

But not very fast in case I trip over.

I like abbeys, art, Bad Science, Bach, Liv Bargman, bread, Ingmar Bergman, beer, Black Books, boiled eggs, books, The Borrowers, caves, David Bowie, David Byrne, Cardiff, castles, Catherine Clarke, chillies, chopping wood, Italo Calvino, the Coen Brothers, Cornwall, The Corrections, the dark, Diamond Dogs, Djeli Moussa Diawara, eccentrics, eggs, espresso, Ethiopian jazz, Sue Eves, The Fall, the Falls, Paul Farley, fires, foggy days, football, fountain pens, fried eggs, Germans, guitars, The Happy Union, Heart of Glass, huge mugs of tea, Irish fiddle music, Jaga Jazzist, James Joyce, Javanese gamelan, Joan as Policewoman, Kieslowski, Kraftwerk, kora music of Mali, laughing, Llanbister, London, moles, Elv Moody, mountains, Mozart, mushroom picking, Nicola Morgan, the night, Noggin the Nog, old black and white horror and science fiction films, oulipo, painting, people who wear black, photography, pickles, Steven Pinker, playing my piano, poetry, Portscatho, pubs, quizzes, risotto, my rowing machine, sandwiches, scrambled eggs, Shakespeare, the stars,the sea, string quartets, synthesizers, Sufjan Stevens, suits, the Surf Brothers, table tennis, The Tempest, the River Thames, trees, Ulysses, Van de Graaf Generator, the Velvet Underground, viols, Wales, walking, whisky, white shirts, wine, woods, the River Wye, xylophones and zips.

I used to keep hens but the fox got them all.*

*see September 08 blog for update on this.

 

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