bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Monday, January 4, 2010
Had a bit of snow last night
Fresh snow. Love it. Great for dogwalking round the forest out the back. It's always quiet and calm up there but this afternoon, with a blanket of snow deadening sound, it seemed more so. Quite by chance I heard a ditty on the radio this evening by my fave Glasgow combo Camera Obscura (ooh, I luuurve that wee singer Tracyanne Campbell!) which, for me, evoked that very same haunting atmosphere. Couldn't hear the words but I presume they describe emotional angst of some kind. Despite that possibility, I rather like it. Give it a listen and think of walking through a snowy forest with a couple of bouncy terriers. (Note Jock in the above photo rolling in the snow as usual - he's the little dot in the middle distance.)
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.