On Farringdon station today I saw a man in a shiny Norman helmet & full chainmail shirt. They looked real enough. Below that he had on old combats & new engineer boots. There was a rucksack on the bench beside him. He seemed depressed. Every so often he looked at his watch, picked up the rucksack & put it down again. He was heading east. To that lost soldier I want to say: If you’re out there, I feel your pain. Please get in touch & tell me if the battle was ok for you. I had a good lunch, myself. Pollock in batter with mushy peas & chips at Medcalf. A cortege went through Exmouth Market while I was there. But do be in touch. Is there light still in Elidor ? Does the steel remain ? Really, I was as sorry as anyone to hear Pauline Diana Baynes had died.
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August 10, 2008 at 7:41 am
There is still light, the steel remains, and she died, yes, she died.
August 11, 2008 at 5:16 pm
Pollock in batter, eh? No wonder Malebron fought his way through the worlds to get here. There’s not one decent chippy from Findias to Murias, and Harry Ramsden’s never got a look-in. Did he get scraps? You bet.
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