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Autumn
by StornowayFriday November 4, 2011
After a much-enjoyed last show of the year in a giant slaughterhouse in Paris, I returned home to a scattering of yellow leaves among the junk mail. On a trip out to Otmoor today gangs of marauding tits were revealed within their scantily-clad hedgerows while the cows pock-marked the newly softened meadows. Gunfire from the military range next-door punctured the soft hush of wind through barbed wire, and men floated down from a circling bomber like jellyfish. Up in Shotover the horses had their coats on and weak afternoon sunlight filtered through the sycamores revealing a lone Shaggy Parasol opening above the leaf litter. Tonight we have corn on the cob, and FIRE! I can’t believe its dark already.
Love Brian
