might as well try holding back the sea. It’s hungrier and earlier every day now and the cold is back from exile to join the feast. Bike lock mechanism sheared yesterday out on my shop run, ice in the works, I heard the tumblers crack. Breakages and bleak news come from all fronts, you have to beat towards the glimmers – music in a college underground ampitheatre, Ivan Klima riffing on life’s threads, a ride with friends down the Thames path to Proof Social. Modest adventures prized.
