Sitting on the porch of the oak wood cabin. In the distance a train passes through the landscape. Over head corvids – rooks – furry around. 59 years ago, my mother gave birth to me. What remains of her in my minds eye is fleeting, but always warm.
December 11th Wentworth.
‘We’re here on Honeymoon’ Barry jested.
Juan, Pippa, Pippa’s brother and his indian wife, Terry and Mary, Barry and I.
Sea base, 5 bottles of wine – anything so long as it’s excessive.
‘She sews him up like kipper’
Kaliwood 