Brissle me babber

Since returning from Barcelona on the 3rd Oct, this was my fourth walk in Bristol’s green lands, a short stint from town, either the Clifton or Bedminster end and you are deep in green and listening to the deer. Or watch them munch silently in the bracken.

Is it days like these that make us the most contented folk, is it why we were voted the best place to live ? To live in the city with circus and theater and poetry and then when the sun shines a quick text and you can meet up and walk in the morning sunshine and see the trees just starting to turn and sit with friends and feel the sun on your face.

They ask if its difficult to be back, no, not in days like these.

I return to the studio for a breakfast of porridge and hot plums and think how the small things remain the big things where ever you are. I was so happy to go away and meet Barcelona and I am so happy to be back.

So happy to be back and to be ludicrously sociable. Immediately I have forgotten my no go get and I am stressed and busy and frantic and rushing and dizzy and all over the place, I had forgotten my words and poems and lost days of looking and thinking but now is the time for talking and go getting and fretting and my bad necks back but this is me, in England, my home.

If I can bring a bit of Barcelona, a bit of the tourist back with me, a bit of the ‘it is really ok to look and think, and silence’ for a day then it will be even better.

Highlights of october not including the obvious treats of friends and Doom Bar

Luke Wright…fantastic brilliant funny poet
Flown  made me cry proper wet tears of laughter
Being at home, the battle scene graffiti contains a portrait of a friend’s dog which makes me realize how far back I go here
Driving 1/2 hour and being in a cotswold valley
Veg boxes from with purple carrots and paying ( well Graham paying ) in bristol pounds….like….our own currency!!!! and Graham being part of that.

Leaving the fiestas of Barcelona to return to a poetry festival and then a literary festival….cant complain!
Walking in the rain and still smiling in the green graveyard
Trying to get to the top of park street on my bike and puffing while looking at crazy gargoyles on the wills building.

Shopping where people know my name, and the hardware men and the friendships of trade past.
My stupidly expansive/expensive studio
The huge flower structures outside the circus festival at

 Being able to speak to strangers

A small drive to heaven.

The foundry walk, on the way to Nailsworth, Molly and I walk sometimes some, sometimes all of the way round a glorious loop, starting at Hawksberry Upton, today it was the three of us and I walked into that valley chest up, arms open drinking in England. Molly ran to her stream that she always runs down the hill to, she remembers stuff too.