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On Saturday 27th November, my pal Iain found it, among other crofts; on the Land Register of Scotland and texted the link to me. ‘It wasn’t there on Friday’ he said.
Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now. Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the coms. and petticoats over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth, Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing …
This is for the Total Legends…
Sometimes, honouring a commitment can take an unanticipatedly mythic time period to fulfill.
Rip on the daily…
‘before yeasts was identified and commercialised, ordinary people fed themselves with what we now call ‘sourdough’ bread and did so without the benefit of literacy, numeracy or celebrity chefs. So it really shouldn’t be beyond us now.
