Richards Ramblings

What do you hear in the silence? The gaps in the music. The still pages of a book. When the last car has screeched its way around the bend and hacked off in a plume of oil smoke. When the last stragglers and drunken revellers finally collapse in a quiet moan somewhere. What do you hear? Books I have a new book. Well, I call it new I have had it a few months but still, go back to it. The title is Nordisk Stilhed by a Danish photographer...

Quiet. It pervades the area like a blanket. As I lie on the bed looking at the little rivulets of rain after running down the Velux windows all I can hear is the ticking clock and the soft gurgle of the mill stream as it passes by the apartment am in for the next few days. No roar of the dual carriageway. No endless screech of tortured tyres from the park and ride, and no banging as drivers remorselessly bounce off the rev limiter. Just...

[caption id="attachment_1575" align="aligncenter" width="696"] Mist rolling off the land at dawn June 2020[/caption] There is a certain curiosity about my life. Looking behind the rock or going around the next corner to see what is there. Sometimes that gets me into trouble sometimes not. Sometimes wet, cold and miserable. But one thing I can say is that it is always fun. Mistakes are learning opportunities. I make plenty of those....

My walk this evening was cut short due to an incident with a rabbit hole and my left foot rolling over. After a good amount of time rolling around the floor holding the injured joint, I cautiously rose and carried on. Surprisingly it was not as bad as I had first thought, and I was able to at least visit the lock. Sitting on the pontoons that serve the cruisers that go up and down the river, they give somewhere for the weary boat owners to...