Upland

We walk over the river nightly – the orange gashes of light there from the reflected street lamps above – the fastness now after so much rainfall, she flows higher than we’ve seen in recent months –

Piano’s and cello’s close – the workingman’s club is dark, the last building out -

Now for winter and already the winds are dominant, come crashing in all night long, the trees hoarse coughing and shaking nearby – we are all prepared, there is no other way at this latitude.

Keswick, Cumbria 12/11/06