Ry Cooder LP on my vinyl deck. World music, fusion. Accessible, brilliant, brilliantly digestible.
Soup tonight, vegetarian, slightly creamed up with a packet of Ainsley Harriott’s New England Vegetable Chowder. American chowder, like the Seafood Chowder from the store near the Whitby ferry just outside Seattle.
First day of summer. 23C
Thought (memories, anticipations) of Port Eliot, four days under canvas. Alternatively sunburned, washed out or blown away. Can’t wait. End of July.
Thoughts of night driving. Long distance lorry drivers, hitchhiking through the night, going west.
Thoughts of getting a dog. Plan a visit to Verstone stud in the Lake District.
Wild oats in the corn field, and some barley.
Keep going. Forgive myself and get started again. No other way. Desiderata. Hait Ashbury, 1968.
Complex Crossings
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