Friends – I’m out in the woods for the Peregrini Sit. Please think of us! I’ll have more to report on that soon. We hit a bit of weather as expected, but things are drying nicely now. We come out the other side in four day’s time, we’ve been in since Wednesday.
I have a very obscure Hebridean story for you, and a late-night, whisky assisted recording of Dylan Thomas’s sublime Fern Hill. Both the story and the poem are quite the mosh-pit of pungent words. They may need more than one listen (!), but crystal clear narrative is not the point with either. It’s a delicious urge of feeling really. As you listen to this we’ll be round the fire or fasting in some quiet place. I am particularly grateful to have your fellowship today.