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Tagged by the, well, touchstone isnt an adjective, so lets pretend it is. @allnightsong2

6 none selfie Photographs.

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Can the rain

fear

the sun

can the sun

chase the rain

and in any case

its where

you

stand that decides

if its mud

or sand

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Slightly different styling to ours, looks like a 450, if so, the legendary V8 Scanny.. very much King of the road over here. Also noting the twin tanks, probably a minimum of 300 litres each, so nicely over half a ton of diesel.. give or take.

This is a fairly rare sight. A cabover...

And a Scania to boot. I guarantee you that @hangingoninquietdesparation sees way more of these than I do.

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Tagged by the radio station of sanity that, in my minds eye broadcasts a compass of reasonableness in an increasigly unreasonable world #allnightsong

Songs of longing and frailty and dependancy..

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Oh, Life is a long song. Even for a Quite complex, complex Jay!

And and! if life is a song then all of Jaysome is also a song, and quite possibly a dance as well!

@hangingoninquietdesparation I'm not sure if I am a song but! Charlie says it might be hard to play a Jay since I am pretty complexicated!

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On Shining Tor

Hikers huddle sat sheltered

by drystone wall

flasks mist wafts

till torn

thrown

to the north

shoes squelch cross peat water black

and heather root sank

in noisome soft sponge laid down

to wait

inconsidered gait

the gale grasps the forward gaze

forcing to the ground

for skyward glimpse garners

tears to be found

only to turn your back

head hooded in coats wrap

allows you to look

and consider which path

may have been best

despite

the one you took

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The sky is a little light and lacking in leaden gloom for it to be too closely west of Manchester. In reality, just west of My Manchester lies Carrington Moss, home of the United training facility, much good its doing them just now. Beyond that lies the flattish hinterland that slumps between Manchester and the perennially, wilfully outcast Janus that is Liverpool, one eye yearningly turned to the brashness of America, the other to the grim arrogance of Manchester. An area full of grey tribes, the Plazzies and the Woolybacks, and the complex, shifting sands of the Scoucers. Of course, only in England can such a place be the home of the first commercial canal, the first inter city rapid transport system (adding bitter irony to the cancellation of HS2) And the once fifth largest port in the UK, 50 miles from the Sea. All of which is now just part of the Pollock splatter of the places, just, west of Manchester.

West Manchester. I think this is a bit of a far outlying suburb for me to expect to come across @hangingoninquietdesparation .

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It being

my sixtieth year

from here

to where

I did rise

to insistent sirens demise

yet quiet

from the clock

and went beyond

into dark and diesel damp

where revolutions rumbled

into the rise and break

of day

Past dew and tarmac flat

did wheel and eyesight track

into that

morning welcoming back

here again

noting that

twelve months

more

may not mean

necessarily

less

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Put not your anticipation

in the sunset

don’t pre judge

yet

what the sun and sky you imagine

may beget

messages written

in light

and cloud

and sun

and horizons mouth

should perhaps be read

before you place

in your head

just what

you then find

you read

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Emotional Investment

“The value of your investments may go up or down”

And possibly it’s wrong

to find you long

to find a shine

for an investment in time

and heart

and ability to ignore

the blindly obvious

that’s parked

on your door

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Fulcrum

For

a point

sharp and by necessity

as frictionless as free

that balance between

conscious and

unconscious

seems able

to support the weight

of that

which

seems

as heavy as reality

How much weight

would it take

to blunt the edge

that

balances the moments

both waking

and dark away

from today

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Fishbowl Taggathon…

Tagged by the Iridescent @anjo-by-the-sea And the implacable @allnightsong2

Both of whom i thank for keeping faith with a blog that has tumbleweed as its primary activity just now, due to reasons.

To produce a fishbowl of my own design..

Which I have failed to do to anything resembling coherence.

However, if you shut your eyes and imagine a lovely round, white glazed earthenware tea pot.

Next to a book, any book, chose your favourite.

Possibly resting upon a brown wooden circular table.

The tea, strong, but enough milk to render it a golden light brown colour.

In a mug, not a china cup.

Possibly the handle of the mug has some oily finger marks on it.

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Ohhh, you need a Kilt, being able to swish is pretty well as Jaysome as it’s possible to be!

Also! also, you get to choose which tartan you would like your kilt to be made of! I think a green-purple one would be 8 times as good as anything else!

Charlie says she’s very sure I don’t have a kilt, @hangingoninquietdesparation?!

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Tagged by the perpetual @allnightsong2

3 peculiarities about myself.

My Tumblr I D, misspelling notwithstanding, in its full form, stolen from “Hanging on in quiet desperation, is the English way” a lyric from a quintessentially English song, by a quintessentially English band. Which may not be a peculiarity, but I thought I had something more to say.

I am better in water than on Land, in water, either assisted by an aqualung or not, I have a vague ability to be less than cumbersome, clumsy, un coordinated and generally inept, than is my normal state of being on land.

Following on from the above I have a degree of what used to be called “Mechanical Sympathy” In that i can normally judge if a piece of machinery is happy, or not, this extends to most modes of transport, from Bicycles to Sailing dinghy’s.

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And they say

rinse it in salt water

whatever it is

wound or weeping

the salt will take it away

cauterise the canker

and sterilise the stain

best keep your mouth shut

though

or provide an air source fresh

for the salt may take

temporarily

the injury

away

but you still need

to breathe

the air that lead you there.

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Floyd, The Stranglers, Kate Bush. In the same year. I shall never be as cool/lucky/Young again.

In

The Adverts.

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Contrails and picking scabs.

And even a cloudless

vaulted

infinite cathedral of blue

gets stained

by contrails

and echos

of you

every vista wished

to be clean and clear and simplistically solo

in sight and meaning and right

has a cloud

unfocused or sharply grey

to taint the sky with complex want

So perhaps it’s a start

to know the view

isn’t there just for you

and letting the mind run

is just picking scabs

for fun