Carry on to the east,
Carry on with your bow and harpsichord
carry on with a pack of pens, pocket of jelly;
leave pretty messages behind trees and smiles on strange faces.
I’ve been coming here for ages (where have all the old ones gone?). But lately in particular, I’ve felt I have nothing much to say
— OR that I might blight my outstanding recording ! with drivel
Did this only become a problem since I became a member? Ach!
Rows of grain,
a thick trunk at the tip of my tongue
pasty white bark; it looks smooth enough
but roughish to touch
Mr’s Simpson sipping tea
dark panelled wood, drapes and foggy windows
Sergeant Someone, red coat.
tide coming in
penguins and seagulls