What use is this barrel? It’s broken; the wood is cracked and rotting, the frame is speckled with rust. The bloated planks have lost their symmetry: they're weathered and weary. Why would you keep it? A decade is a long time by any reckoning. A month can go by, a year, without much changing, but … Continue reading Over a barrel
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Chippings from the quarry # 1: the habit of a lifetime
The best companion for a New Year's Day walk is a hangover. The new year wears the grubby overcoat of the old; nothing fits properly any more, whether it's last week's trousers trousers or the day of the week. Everywhere bears the scars of the festivities: empty bottles linger in hedges, withered trees loiter behind … Continue reading Chippings from the quarry # 1: the habit of a lifetime