Hiya! Fáilte chuig mo Bhlog!! Welcome to my Blog! For ages I've avoided writing a "Blog" - even the use of the word was anathema to me -it sounds so unlyrical, ugly, even - and so I (perhaps foolishly, perhaps, snobbishly) resisted until, finally, I realised it was akin to holding out, Canute-like, against the use of the word "cool" or the wearing of hugely baggy trousers by young people...And so, here I am, contrite, humbled, writing on my Blog page. Oh, how the mighty have fallen...
New Year day |
| Posted by Administrator (admin) on Mar 04 2010 |
It is completely still. Not a rustle. No breeze whatsoever. Smoke plumes up and billows lazily out from a fire miles down the coast. Just hangs there. Crows’ calling clearly heard ‘way across the fields. The streams are silent now. Only birds make any sound. The sky is turquoise. The sun is pale, pale, hardly any warmth. Frost hides in nests and hollows and behind hedges, forming ghostly, negative shadows. Ice forms kaleidoscopic patterns in wheel ruts and where last week a spring oozed over a rocky outcrop. The ground makes small crunching noises under my feet, the ice cracking a half-metre from where I tread. A horse in a green, canvas overcoat blows steam, standing exactly where he was yesterday when I passed, creaking and cracking and crunching. Blackbirds scoot out low from the verges along this track, skimming the frozen ground. A snipe stands, too cold to flee, in the centre grass before me. I stop. Wait. Breath wispy in the brittle air.
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