elastic time

Life never goes quite according to plan... (something that maybe politicians would do well to remember?)
The change in some of the variables governing moving, intersecting with practicalities (always a weak point with yours truly, as certain of my friends will testify with vehemence), have extended my new start date from 1st Nov as it was originally, to 5th, 6th, and now 14/15th.
The impatient part of me wanted change as soon as the decision was made, and has lamented loud at my protracted notice period. But the ditzy impractical part is heaving sighs of relief!
Logistics stretched the time it took me just to clear the books culled from my collection - but yesterday, the last of sixteen boxes travelled to just outside Westbury...
Additional time has provided the luxury of unexpected pleasure with friends (Crysse took these
pics yesterday at Longleat, a real gem of a writing/walking date - can't believe I forgot my camera!). I've also had some solitary writing time (an experimental piece for Frome fm) - and the opportunity to sift through my stacks of writing files methodically.
I've found lots of shite, lots of duplicated hard copies that I now have on cd - I do so like to work with the physical manifestation of writing... A couple of my published pieces were literally cut and pasted; I found the original typescripts (and duly dumped them).
I've also found some projects that I look forward to developing once the deadwood is cut away...
There have been some surprises, too - Ath's version of our Dublin trip, and the transcript of his fevered ramblings when he had tonsillitis!


Having frittered much of this sunsplashed autumnal 'shooting' time, I did take my camera out this morning...

Last year around the beginning of October, Crysse, Peter and I went walking round Longleat in autumnal colours - so the season is late this year. I thought perhaps I just hadn't been paying close enough attention to my surroundings - a dog is surprisingly distracting; a bit like a toddler, really.
Ath is taking over the dog's care until the owner's release date on Dec 15th, so I'll be leaving my fosterdog as well as my boy... They'll rub along together OK, I think.
When I stayed over in Bristol last week, I missed my canine companion at the foot of the bed...
Time I started on the 'to do' list again...