Rare event:
Today I’ve been too busy to make a blog post. Now is
post-bath time, so here I am.
The first thing that happened this morning was that I saw
the office curtains twitch and the face of my Chinese ghost peer round them.
‘Boo!’ she said. ‘Your exorcist’s crap.’
I love her madly, you know, so she came for a walk with me
and we talked about deep and meaningful things, like the nature of haunting and
how some ghosts are for life, not just for Beltane.
As we entered Church Lane
(she likes the church, for some reason) I pointed out how the clouds sometimes
uncannily match the shape of the land. I used to notice it a lot when I was
working as a landscape photographer. You’ll have to imagine the scene here,
since I never carry cameras with me these days.
In the foreground is the lane, winding away and disappearing
around a bend, and just on the bend is a large ash tree (odd that it should
have been an ash; maybe it was called Randolph.)There’s
a hedge running alongside it, and fields/trees/copses beyond that. In the distance,
maybe three or four miles away, there’s a range of low hills called the Weavers.
It’s a view I’ve often meant to photograph, but today there was an added bonus.
Above the Weavers lay a mid grey cloud bank which echoed the shape of the hills
almost perfectly, but the weird thing was that there was also a vertical column
of white cloud that was placed in exactly the right place to echo the tree.
That was what verged on the freaky, but my ghost was
unfazed. She said it was probably just a cosmic sign for something and it was
for me to work out the meaning. At least, I think that’s what she said. She’s
so damn wise, she sometimes leaves me behind. I asked her if she would marry me
when I die, but all she returned was one of those inscrutable looks for which
the Chinese are famed.
I’m not mad, you know, nor crazy if you’re American.
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