A walk from Leeds-Bradford Airport via Horsforth Station to Headingley
Out through customs, and a couple of minutes later you’re standing in a field with half a dozen skittish Friesian heifers and a peaceful Hereford bull.
Great tunes, great doggerel, small simians
Out through customs, and a couple of minutes later you’re standing in a field with half a dozen skittish Friesian heifers and a peaceful Hereford bull.
Xmas &c.
Dominated by a sojourn in the Czech Republic.
“Rhinoceros of the highlands / Beast coming from the South, it comes along steaming, / It comes from Pompi and from Kgobola-diatla.” With excerpts from oral poetry about cattle and other domestic and wild animals, marijuana, bicycles and the 2nd Boer War; with Kipling and other European South African railway poetry; and with Hugh Masekela as uitsmyter.
And what to do when those boring old marble columns get in the way of your new staircase.
In the Middle Ages anyone of any commercial talent (and his/her mum) had visions and stored some human bones in the new toilet chapel extension of the pig shed nave of the temple next to that handy spring holy source on the hillside. Here, extracted by moderately cunning device from Amazon, is the relevant part of the ToC of Eileen Gardiner’s (not completely exhaustive) Medieval Visions of Heaven and Hell: A Sourcebook: