The ground has attained peak slipperiness. That, or my boots are severely lacking in lateral grip, because I find myself figure skating down the path, legs crossing and arms windmilling. Respite comes in the form of long grass that firms my footing and crickle-crackles around my…
The sun shows up late these January mornings. Three weeks past the longest night and it still feels like the days quicken into the gloaming and struggl…
David Abbott
Skating by Moonlight, Ronald Lampitt, Watercolour, c1950 Today I ride over to Kingswood to pick up a book on English folklore I bought on eBay. Cycling…
David Abbott
Here we are, in our houses again. We wake to heavy fog that gets me outside almost as fast as a good snow. The veil-of-illusion atmospherics of both fe…
David Abbott
In this horizontal landscape it turns out there is flat and flatter. Out of flat some small scenes may appear neat and complete - tidy country vignette…
David Abbott
The first bird of 2021 is a flock of redwings sweeping noisily across the cropped corn diligent as a search party. The field they quest over is the sec…
David Abbott
Perched on a TV aerial the starling beaks a noise like a small door opening before lifting quietly off into the morning sky. From her height the frozen…
David Abbott
A zinc cold moon ice-burns a hole in the Prussian blue sky. Thin trails of high cloud galaxies equator the sphere of night north to south. I lean back …
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