Shi*'s blog/

another week gone, a few hundred more trees inspected, continuing the big survey tomorrow and Sunday. Luckily the weather is holding. Today was glorious ... drove down to the site (about fifty miles) with Dan, my youngest, listening to Bjork and Sparks. The sun shone, there was an absence of brambles and the banter was good, surreal and silly ... just the way I like it! We are working on re-branding Mules ... so far, the best slogan is: 'Mules, when a horse is too much and a donkey isn't enough'. If you have any ideas on this or any other subject, please feel free to comment, dear reader (sticking with the singular is probably best).

a demani!

Eventful tree surveying day today. I may have said that the site is a Victorian Asylum in extensive grounds (124 acres). Part of it is still in use by the psychiatric service. The original buildings are within a steel security fence but the local gypsies have been breaking in to steal the lead off the roof. Dan and I saw a gang of people in there today and went to let the police know via the working high secure psychiatric unit. The first man we meet (through the mesh fence) introduces himself after a few exchanges. In the most matter-of -fact voice he says, looking me straight in the eye, 'I am the Antichrist.' So I said that I was very pleased to meet him. Strange though ... I had expected more. Supernatural beings can be a real disappointment sometimes.

... is when you have to push the thing to its limits. Hell, if I can just keep the nose of this thing down it's a new speed record ................................................................................

apropos of excessive working practices and subsequent need to stare at walls.

Smoke of burning bridges

Autumn leaves falling

Soft rain on stony ground.

In between

Night and day

Where the dreamers live

In transience and changing lights

Emotional breezes

Zephyrs of the soul

Fill sails of angel wings

To soar beyond the cold ground.

When you found me
I was raw, weak, delirious
Void of power
Beneath meaning
Under the mist of the mother
Blood lust shadow forest
Watching as Goddess Moon
Stared through black leaves

Then – a time to recall sweet beauty
Dream the light diamond vision
From the essential whisper
After rain

www.ipernity.com/doc/d.noctuidflight/913677