Formality and dignity from Albion, to the glitzy. Again, mention 1940.
Albion Split
Garbage people, to the North and proper people in the South from The Wash to the Severn Mouth.
Oona Campbell (2007)
Storm Over The Cornfields (Bignor West Sussex) paint superbia and at Climping Sunset (Winter).
Feb 15th cf Moncrieff-Bray Gallery
Exposition Benediction(St Silas)
Heavy rain, storm with heavy cloud and only three to hear sung out loud. Ask : is it the end of the world.
O Salutaris Hostia... tui sacra mysteria Nobody chewed a sultana.
I am saved from total fury, still recall the hill at Bury. For The Host, pain at Calvary.
February 15th
Pecking Order
I MI9, above CIA. Any concern, will interview. Founded during The Boer War, Ralph a Paget's Horse outrider.
II Methuen's Column, The Transvaal. His beloved mount struck by lightning when he was not in the saddle. Very Commando, the fighting. * Survived swapping brandy ration for marmalade and, elation.
Nota Bellum
Ralph would have adored The Battle of The Arun Valley rattle, which drove Gordon Brown insane unable to grasp, inane.
He could not stand to disagree or like to drink Earl Grey tea. Did he view Arundel Castle to bother every chattel ?
He foamed at the mouth, wittering but could not leap at West Wittering. Brown is late for The Old Bailey and Trial by brute raillery.
Flew a Grey Ghost helicopter near a Church south of Pulborough.
Viz St Botolph's Church Hardham
Last Fife Footnote
My mother's best friend, Jean Cantlie Stewart fought mad Brown for Leven Fife, as MP ; and lost, sadly then certainly derided him. Jean did say he was not a gangster last lunch at Sandrock, together with Joan ; never saw her again. She liked to give Obama pain.
Message For Pentagon
CIA, having a problem plead for 'a fireside chat'-tem with somebody who is solemn and an Agenda to condemn.
February 16th
Shrove Tuesday '26
Marginal cirrus, pale sky, moving extraordinary preparing into a flipping unto the highest reach of blue.
The best pancake, in Brittany part-baked with caustic jollity.
February 17th
Ash Wednesday
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust for unto dust you will return either in, or out of, an urn. The Rosary Chapel was full at early morning Mass, the taut ready for the ashen smearing on the forehead, the row people standing in anticipation. I knelt thinking of Aquitaine, to enter a sand-swept blearing.
We start with Baptismal water and the Congregation pledging undying Faith, until slaughter in war or life, apparent dredging.
