yes we have our daily habits
our daily likes
that make life pleasant
your bikes, my broken pots

our separate adventures

i feel for the beautiful moments
that pass not recorded here

the gardens unseen
yet ever there

yesterday i went to bunners again
to collect the crocks
garden things that arranged

became a power house again

the realisation of why i admire them

it is all back before with pleasantness
and no hurry at all

it is a different landscape there
bricks come regular
whilst here homes are mainly made of stone

today is pleasant so far, slightly pink
with an unusual comma
in this paragraph

the radio plays a song that brings
on tears regularly
yet i have tea to strengthen me

news comes again that i remain with my
desired nationality a while at least

the bears hopes it will last for him too
he does not say much
just endures

those shadows james.


7.30am
battery one third
yesterday’s issues
mostly forgotten

you keep things going

in others absence

this is a talent

a task that gains recognition

when those around are failing

some times we needs loosening

to start

when blocked

blocking comes with tiredness

we need an empy head

the things it holds at present

(the head that is) are important

never the less

those little things we feel are not

are those which inspire

it may be that major issues

are beautiful challenges

yet are dire reading

not for the early morning

thus rambling i say all is well

here

we do not have locusts

there is no escape

glad for your days off

and domestic tasks

we are ordinary

i like that

i like your description of flowers

while i say nothing



6.52

have hurt the end of my toe

it is nothing at all

settled back here yesterday

nice to be home

miss their company

it is cooler here now

late summer

early autumn

i am working today

while you have a break

i shall look at the garden today

and talk more

about it

another day

6.36 am

shortly

thinking

listening

are those that delight in small things

also permitted to be upset by small things?



the question raised

while waiting

today rhe word is pike fish

the name shouted at school

with all the other difficulties



a small life



emotion brings mistrakes

nice that josie came home

that your braces are right

and hoping they are strong

enough against gravity

apologies in that i had hoped

to visit again yesterday yet

the day slowed and failed

slightly

our news came and carried on all day

we watched the weather change and

saw a hint of blue from the window

here

i am assuming you and nancy work

at the same place?

if so convenient for travelling

to and fro

softer light this morning

less glare and while the radio

plays

i plan a trip to the bala studio

today. am stuck here/ an impasse

so i will move and see what comes

i too like mothths an spell it so

a sound of silk and softness

sound of thththths wingthths

the knapweed is real gone over

now yet still retain a beauty so

will remain

ah the news again each twenty minutes

in the hour and uk is no longer measles

free

a shame

a worry

i have no experience yet

am sure it is a really difficult

illness

we must look after ourselves

some how

i hear greta is landed

for now

6.42 am

music from the mission

lorries on the road

jones of ffestiniog

come gently with birth

come gently with life

grow with the place

until we grew beyond how it was



beyond the culture and crowding

thinking

becoming unsettled

moving

retaining memory



1.



cycling the promenade hoping

some one will love us some day



baking down dunes

walking down tracks

barefoot hoping for less paving in town



2. humbling for a home

walking looking in windows

will some one want us

house us?



3. finding the two above

settling for the place where folk

come to holiday beautiful

while we work the bones of it

the grit beneath



bournemouth beautiful



the reason beneath the move away

is beyond any words i have just

now

where folk

come to holiday beautiful

maybe in the fifth visit i met him

in the city in the thrift shop

open

from nine maybe till six or five thirty



several buttons and an open face

head

adorned with patterns

he opened easily

recognised we are not robots

despite the badges



it is colourful in the city

she mentioned it in suprise

immediately apologised



notice i talk more about people than

the architecture though that was appreciated

and wrote of it especially



do you know i watched the pigeon paddle

the parakeets flying

crossed



over the road carefully minding the trams

the tram lines

tripping gently forward

we found our way together

in manchester the fifth time

little place



we did not live there really

only in heart in memory







power house

god of clattering birds

hills and history



a place to look at cows

look at

clean houses

pieces

coffee small cakes

*** jam

trusted patrons



we need to concentrate on detail

to describe things properly

need to

go there each year a while

to retain to remain in memory

need to

care for  little things



st david

may be a myth a memory



he carved it  so

said it was the centre of the universe



for some it is

so

so

st davids



the city  is in wales

portmeirion with friends

i sit up better to type
see it is raining softly
this morning

an inspiration
from sir william clough ellis

he wore yellow wool socks
with breeches

over here suspenders are what
ladies wore to hold up stockings

i assume yours are braces
to hold up trousers, to
despite gravity?

his imagined village
come real. my friend lives
nearby, a tenant

three of us with village
transport laughed
played all day

maybe as my walk is cancelled
i will write of it here
later

i feel i need to address each point

a must try harder
note coming into mind

good girls apparently were
awarded a red girdle back
in those days

a belt
not suspenders

Sonja

7.03
currant bun for breakfast
went shopping
yesterday

a brief note

as i am off out today

on a jolly after

my refuge yesterday

i feel i could spend more time

on detail here focussing on

each point to talk over yet

we talk the way we talk

without rules and ceremony

no pressures

so we carry on, carry on

glad of your early day

glad for your shoes

yet miss your joy of riding free

your words on flowers and skunks

a change is coming this way and that

6.26

gotta be gone in one hour

bathed & fed

a bientot

i am hiding

i am later

planned in advance

yet come with guilt my

justification is that the

work has been lengthy

the learning

with no real end result

sometimes a dust up

clears the decks and

all settles back nicely

with a new bravado

new understandings come

and once again once again

we learn

i find it quite hard

to unlearn

yet we must we must

for some lessons were not true

our mothers maybe were wrong

or misguided

they were a different tribe

you say nice things

i will **** the juice from those phrases

to keep some confidence

she said to identify the things

you dislike

of yourself

one to hundred? i replied

i like that you said

scattering the ashes

claiming our place

is it a big hotel, posh?

i will make a clean bed next

and think of you down in

the laundry room

taken a new meaning here

the metaphor.

8.30

gwil already

gone on his

motorbike

i heard him

i thank you
for writing about the dilemna
for explaining it all

the picture of linen to the ceiling
the word soiled
twitching

the explaination of how you are
is honest

i hope things are much improved
no need for that word

on the boat last week
the commentator used the word
discharged maybe five times
in regard to cargo

another twitch here

words have power
make me itch
a bit

it is good to know ourselves
well
it helps us manage

i guess the summer is coming
to a change

6.31
quiet so far
tourists gather here
the holiday weekend

a new day
goldfinches on seeding knapweed
simple things

wait for it to settle & i will **** it.

NO



why not?
it will die anyway some day



NO



IT MAY NOT HAVE ACHIEVED IT’S PURPOSE YET

i am sorry to hear of your day
if you able
the detail
i can listen
a new day
goldfinches on seeding knapweed
simple things

i was to cut it down soon
now i shall not

they balance so sweetly
eating the seed

yesterday was charming
i looked at the trees with clover
underlay
i looked at the garden

i will go again
another day

6.56
late summer
worrying

about friends

6.23
yes it was bournemouth

another place
another life

i loved julian st pierre
it was difficult those days

we thought

not knowing
the future

now the forests burn

i go early to montgomery
a free ride

home tomorrow
being bank holiday, i hide

it is said that a relative married
a gipsy lady who lived at
redhill common in a tent

it is said she had two thumbs on each hand
like anne boleyn i think . too

that is why long sleeves were fashion then
to hide things

i think now we say romany

in kinson the jeffs lived round the corner
milhams

the men were lovely and i loved them
the ladies sold flowers, went to the square
by bus
and stayed all day
unless sold out early

it was nice to find
all their photos
on social media

as it was all a long
time ago

even then
things had started

we played with the gipsy folk
up on turbary common & julian
went with them when
they left their camp at
the brickworks

the police brought him back
they felt they knew best

they did not know the half of it

things took a turn
at the studio yesterday
&
left me tired

it is a different day today
with other plans

hows the job going?
how are your legs now?

6.55 am
raining

found the secetuers

in the bag with the

clippings

noted the weight was

not right

the room is lighter

now

the memory is settling

my mind is quieter

will write of it all in

stages

6.19 am

battery three quarters

you kept going while i was away even during storms

real grit

i am back as you can tell

will settle in a few days



7.21 home

lots to do

i briefly say that
i travelled to southport
then the manchester ship canal
then manchester town

i enjoyed it
much happened

much to do
to regroup
and tidy
up

your poor legs
oh!

a photo

oh!

oil pond mirrors the darkness the november

day                  sun draws white against the grey

this       leaf  lays on earth

there is no god

not hungry nor otherwise



you look at me straight and ask the past

and briefly I say & say there is no god



you did not smile nor shout you are the deadest thing

dead down .              no smiling  despite birds gone  by



on greasy wings                       .i remember your look

your face

drawn grey as mourning doves

that remind

for me there is no god

yes the theatre was good
who done it now we
know who done it
yet the culprit swore
us all the secrecy

it is the longest running
here
a mouse trap

hope all the kittens came well
thet you are over run with cuteness

i stayed away a while and we rode
the narrow guage as always there
and back again

as always

then up the lake fishing
saving imaginary folk
with a rope then bound
him up happily

while he remained that way
an hour or so and no one
blinked

we made reed boats and caught two tiddlers

we placed them back of course
we don’t eat meat nor fish
yet the ice melts

it is all a worry
which i will not clarify

let you feel it is just
ice



i am glad it was nothing serious
and that there will be funds for an engine



6.48 am
glad of my lot
wished better for others

it is a gift, the friend ship, the kiss

on each cheek with out avoidance.

it may seem continental, yet we are

dolgellau. it is a meeting place, yes,

near the church. there are similarities,

yet this is not a metaphor.

we met at ten, talked of family,

one hour led to two, and overstepped

the parking time.

later in the garden, i thought of you.

i cut the paths and thought of you too.

it is a gift.

i hope all is well with your health
despite the word of tests

i worry
have been worrying for years
over folk & stuff
it does not help only
with planning

the albert dock is lovely
a shopping , cafe place
with a tate gallery

we have four i think
in total, two in london
one in st ives

i like that one
i lived there while little
and have friends
there

i hope the job is doing well
mine feels better that a couple
of months back

like tides

i hope you get to ride your bike
soon

it is good to be out & about
the brain & the soul

i go now to plan a bus trip
to the theatre
his car is broke so
public transport will
be fun


monday later
than usual
been got groceries
drank coffee
ate an eccles
cake

you were awake so early
yesterday and
i hope that day went well
for you

the day in the city was splendid
around the docks & liverpool
one

we went up the eye, the big
wheel despite the wind & vertigo

felt the admin in the tate was splendid &
told her so

she comes to stay in garndolbenmaen
on holidays

a firm voice demanding that all body parts
were kept behind the lines & we did so
while others did not
forgot

we are safe & i hope you guys are
too

do you work on sundays
like i do?


6.35
warm, cosy
there is a storm outside
the knapweed is going
over
now

seems to me you caught on
**** quick

it is good to feel organised
in control
even though we are not
ultimately

naturally

yes have had company
now i miss it
am in transition

drinking tea

the thunderstorm
was grand i think
the pressure leaves
me with an headache

as does the politics
here
and
there

later than usual
which does not
matter today

it will tomorrow

early

you did not write

yesterday.



that is fine.



i shall worry about you

guess you are busy

about the new job

your gainful employment



or worry

that you fell off your bike

hurt your typing finger (s)



or worry



that i got it wrong again

and

that you just

did not write

yesterday.

the apple tree was not felled
it fell



it was not her partner that

gathered the apples before

they rolled down into the

road





it was  a man from the next village

for to make cider



do not believe all that you think

i have no landlord
now
i have neighbours
my granny pussycat, her real name emily
i remember worked in the sunlight laundry
a while in pokesdown

she was not a granny then

sounds a grand job, making all things clean
again
making all things tidy & white

i use a laundry, collect the marks & numbers
find stories amongst the linen

you will have routine and wood for the winter
a pleasing thought both here and there

i find the stories i make are often or always
dare i say not true

the apple tree was not felled
it fell

those that came before us
& those that come after

it is a question of time
do we move through or past?

i find i am correcting & editing here
it has come serious to copy & paste later
elsewhere

honest work

6.50

misty start
now clearing
preparing for the day

i have been out looking

for you

amongst the knapweed

amongst the flowers



cut those brambles that may stick

to your prickles



we left it longer

the tidying this year

so as not to be a slave to it

and rewards are endless





good it has become a fashion with the climate

changing

it always did make sense to me

others thought not in the past



we have a a past, it keeps reminding me



rewilding.

it will be good to have a job
maybe

i do like working
i like the people
the stories they bring

the journey
up over mountains
past the farms

maybe eggs for sale
i go today

the history of your land is long
short for the incomers

i am an incomer here
accepting gratefully
that which came before me
learning

there was a hedgehog in the back garden
last evening, snortling and bumbling about
nicely

i am glad i left it all to grow wilder this summer

family were out counting butterflies while i was
at the bala studio worrying about ice melting

6.37 am

quiet this morning
easing slowly into
a day

i like your landscape
your scenery different
from here, yet we have
queen anne's lace too
yesterday we swept along the new bypass
yet the flowers were gone over though
else where is all rowan berries and rosebay
willow herb

such a day
freedom from driving
mapping the land
pausing in montgomery
go google

the next destination

your road is straight
as was ours
roman up to the castle

today is quiet work
again to see what comes

6.21
have you heard about the dam
at whaley bridge?

news on the radio
i have to be careful
how i spell things

it is warmer

&

i worry about the ice melting

up early
a bus trip today
with a friend

a breezy start with warm spells
radio predicts. i looks out the
window to see
and see

work came fine yesterday
not finished, then nothing
ever is really

we just says it is
and leaves it alone

then
someone likes it
dislikes it

sends a message
that they feel it is

disgusting
discussing

what they feel is fine

the winner is decorative, manipulative
romantic, nostalgic and boring

i am not in that race
i am not a winner
nor a loser then

hope your day comes good
hope your day is free from

some things
full of other things

best dash


6.08
bit excited
bit ready for the day

watching moments
recalling then writing

sharing them across the world

i hope his finger survived

people eat them i hear
here i would not

not now

i write in places
where no one comments
yet i have found that friends
read it quietly
and smile

they tell me

and if no one came
it would remain the same

in time to the music
the pattern
the pulse

paces

which slow sometimes
when we give way

it was a pleasant day yesterday
there was drizzle and wild flowers

the garage fixed the wheel
and changed my seat configuration
as always

they are taller than me
most are

the gas man came as i was fiddling
with it
and helped

he always does
a kind man
who retires next april

looks young to me

6.46
crumbs in the keyboard
dust on the screen

dry day
to hang the washing
out

I have always been plain, unadorned and feel uncomfortable other ways.

Best to be honest about ourselves.

i am not there no more

only here

and no one missed me

at all

now there is a lesson

to be learned

my lesson

it is overcast today

a slight breeze from the

window

wide

a slight hint of colour

bleeding from the patch below

back garden full

of birds        full

of flowers

the rose scrambling

into air

by the graveyard fence

rusting

i may not write about the mill today

except to say that we were busy

i worry for the world

the warming

the anger

and cut out the things that may affect

it all

no one will notice

and i guess it

will make not much

difference

6.40

news & weather forecast

the day comes good

when the fly looks cute

despite all the bad press

the upbringing





the day comes good when the

delete icon looks like a fairy cake

to me



when you take me on a walk to see the

biggest rocks

my fancy

the fancy house standing empty



nannau

how intersting that must be
sitting up

when one awakes

holes in the heart
the mind

we went on a new walk
in hot sun unexpected

i stood to view nannau afar
covered the scar for fear of
infection

again

for fear of being me

i behaved impeccably
i feel apart from the
photograph incident

is she home?
is the cat still home?

i can walk miles quietly

yesterday the planes flew over low
the mind cleared of the news of him
dying

we carry on

good morning
summer morning
knapweed patch
is flowering well

the dolls house is small with pointed tracings

above the windows.

kept upstairs. unfinished & fitted with bunting

outside. a gift.





faded now.





there is not much inside.

sometimes i go to live there when

there is not much inside.



when i feel anxious,

a fragile day to hide

fragile way to hide.



peer out small windows, to peer in

make some reflection.



my bones are brittle, the skin comes drawn

now.



the dolls house .





curtains drawn, deplete to hide there.

deplete reside there while.

he made it

i use it

i photograph it

and not finish it

some things come minimal.





the dolls house

not much inside

the bones of it are

brittle.





remember.

6.19 am
yesterday after work i got the news
that another had died sudden

there was nothing could be done.

so it goes.

before the news it was a lively day
mostly
at mill

two splendid folk especially
that will remain
in memory

i remember their names
i remember their shoe sizes

at home
the news came
and i wearied

the day quietened

so it goes

James

classic fm
wifi ok

Ps. forgot to say that I visited the Bala antiques chapel yesterday
and bought an old carboard package for Lux soap flakes
He was there and gave me a cake, then with a little support tried to play an old bugle while a customer played the hunting horn.
It was all very funny, he is very funny,

hope all are well and cosy

camping

all are well and cosy in the house

6.21

black colour

bird

noise

sounds from next door

i may understand
yet
it is family
making memory
especially
the tent idea

this weather

the air the feeling
of being outside

a taste of freedom
with slight discomfort

yesterday i lunched out
tempura
and thought of you

your painting

today i paint
in my bala studio
put the collage together
i left it stewing nearly
a week ago

it has been an odd
sturdy time

with repairs and humbling
citcumstances

the recovery engineer came grumpy
to change my wheel so i talked to the recycling
man instead

he deals with electrical goods waste

enjoy the family
i have three cats too
mostly outdoorsy

Sonja
6.26
quiet
no sounds next door
yet
his car is there
i can see it if i lean out the window
he is a farmer

yes they usually die
the shock
the little things

how many cats

yes limited service
due to heat & there
have been fires on the lines

we walked yesterday to the lakeside
slowly
crossed into the shade
in winter we cross into the sunny parts

passed the spoon factory
the old mill
looms rusted outside
cloth still involved
rotting slowly

the parrot large blue
in a cage in tanygrisiau

we stroked marcia’s cat so relaxed
it slipped from the wall

recovered

we managed to catch the bus back

30p in school time
50p as regular

i shall like the photograph
though i have imagined it inside
my mind.

regards

6.39
one cat on the grave yard wall
the others somewhere else

i like the look of wild growth
i like the old garden in montgomery

although my passenger declared it a mess

i worked with a girl this year who studies
wild things, sustainability

a difficult spelling

she says this wild way is best

modern
culture has nutured tidy in the
minds

though i notice a surge in love
for wild flowers

to resist the mowings along the roads

yesterday i left the tall grass and watched
the butterflies there

my daughter gave them names
while indoors again find
no observers book of moths
or butterflies

now back on line
i may
ebay

did  the bird survive?

we must try to save the trees
we must try to save it all

regards
have a pleasant day

Sonja

6.42
heat warnings
limited train service
rails may buckle

They said it was fixed yesterday.

It wasn’t.

Asked me to do checks.

I made excuses so an engineer is coming.

They say.

Yesterday I made pancakes.

8.07 am
using mobile phone
different rhythm
predicted makes
capitals

I do not mind

yet when

she said my friend looked pretty

&

that I smelled nice

I sagged a little

later that day

i found a message

request

from a soldier in the usa

holding a puppy & a rose

calling me a beauty

set for deletion

(note)

no capital for the country that cages children

by talking of it you hold it tight

while needing to move on.



while moving on it is good to

talk of it sometimes

to bring it back

a while.