Sunday, May 02, 2004
All The Houses Look THE SAME
The thing that freaks me out about going to Halifax or Northampton is the fact that all the buildings are the same colour, and built in nice neat rows. I’ve grown up in a seaside town (next to the country – you can see the sea from Dartmoor; how fucked up is that, says Emma, from Manchester, fond of Edwardian townhouses, which yes, are nice, but aren’t pink cottages salted by the sea); all the houses are different colours, and built on top of each other. And any that are the same are red, or maybe, on Dartmoor, granite-grey. We live on sandstone. It’s quite spectacular. The sea mist threatened to overshadow Dartmoor this afternoon but it didn’t. The clouds parted and the sun came out and the recent rain flushed the gulley (2 miles from Haytor) so that it became a beautiful amber stream. I hopped, skipped and jumped from one rock to another, traversing the gulley’s fresh flow, looking for my old bird, which has long since flown away.
Then I listened to some bangin’ techno.
NJS
5/02/2004 11:39:00 pm
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