I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Sunday, 26 April 2009
Where Have I been Recently?
My ancestors came from these dales. I feel at home up there, some people say it's bleak, but I'd say it's glorious, to watch sun and shadow pass over the hillsides, see the grouse fly up from the heather at your feet,
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