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'A gaping silken dragon,/Puffed by the wind, suffices us for God./We, not the City, are the Empire's soul:/A rotten tree lives only in its rind.'

Thursday, 16 August 2012

The stuff...

... of life.

Or, two days in the life of one Englishman:

Toy soldiers. Romano-British, on the stocks, nearly ready.

Four (one absent) generations, from 1926 to date.

Alpines - gentians.

Alpines - soldenella.

The plot - runner beans, carrots, leeks, cabbages, courgettes, potatoes in English soil.

English ale - from Suffolk.

English pub - in Mercia.

St. Mary's - Christendom.

The view on stepping out of the pub.

Interesting reading.

It just is. Homeland.


  1. And leaves the World to darkness and to me.

    Wonderful post Stephen.

    1. Thanks, old chap! The last few comments I've left on 'Joy & Forgetfulness' have been eaten by Blogger - but I'm still trying! Where is 'and leaves the World to darkness and to me' from?

    2. My apologies - I'll see if there's something I can fix my end.

      Greys Elegy - one of the first if not the first stanza. It's one I tend to remember single lines from rather than anything more substantial.

  2. Splendid post sir.Figures coming on and alpines excellent.

  3. Thanks, Alan. I'm still at the worrying stage with the alpines - peering myopically at them for any sign of distress.