The portents were right on this occasion.
When I was a kid I loved plasticine. The fascination I had
with it was both sensuous and tactile, so much so that I used to put it in my
mouth and chew it. How much closer can you get to something than consuming it?
And that’s the problem with stars: you can't get close to them. All you can do is gaze at
them in awe from a distance until they drop beneath the horizon, or a cloud
blocks the view, or you simply stop watching and go home. It’s a one way street
with stars: some inner part of us needs them, but they have no need of us.
Lunchtime at last.
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You have to take a breath and imbibe them and hold them there a moment Jeff. The chewing of plasticine,aah that and my mum's lipsticks were my favourite chomp.
I love the sheep Mr B, looks like where I am right now.
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So, the hills are the foothills of the Cheviots in Northumberland, Mel. And the the picture wasn't filtered; the sheep really were that colour, or rather the light was (same thing, of course.)
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