Category Archives: From the basement

I’ve written lots of things over the last few years, some I think are worth reading again. Search through the old boxes and see what’s down here.

no15

Posted on January 18, 2009 by Kath

For much of Friday this was our view up on the downs. Weird to be in a world of such limited view and to slog onwards. And with many songs in our heads about walking on and misty mountains here’s … Continue reading →

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no14

Posted on January 14, 2009 by Kath

“Red: [narrating] I find I’m so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it’s the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey … Continue reading →

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no13

Posted on January 13, 2009 by Kath

“The Buttermere Valley is robbed of winter sunshine by a rugged mountain wall exceeding two thousand feet in height and of unusual steepness, it’s serrated skyline seeming almost to threaten the green fields and dark lake and homesteads far below … Continue reading →

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no12

Posted on January 12, 2009 by Kath

Lou: “Kath- what’s the best thing about being a Christian?” Long Pause Kath- “1. Knowing there is meaning and purpose in this fucked up world. 2. Being loved with the most stubborn, patient, crazy love in the world, just cos … Continue reading →

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no11

Posted on January 11, 2009 by Kath

“I leant upon a coppice gate   When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their … Continue reading →

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