Posted in Aberystwyth, Big Daddy Merk, Holiday, Bored musings at Tue 2 Sep 2008 by Stavros
As I supped from my mug of tea that night, I looked out from the balcony. I was slightly drunk, but was sobering thoughtfully. The sea was dark blue and regal. The church and the old college tower stood tall, like strong black sentinels overlooking the same silent rooftops as myself. With our Merk we puzzled over the circumstances that had enabled us to enjoy this panorama. I felt like an old colonialist viewing my veldt right to the horizon, except there were no hippos or miffed Zulus. A single firework exploded near the castle, for a second casting dancing yellow lights into the unready sky. The gulls responded to the noise with their own cries of protestation. I sighed contently, lit another cigarette and finished my tea.
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Posted in Aberystwyth, Philosophy, Bored musings at Tue 2 Sep 2008 by Stavros
Two crimson-armed farmers halting their tilling and toiling of the golden field to carefully peel the plastic wrapping from the ice-lollies a third man has thoughtfully brought to them.
A sullen youth with narrow nervous eyes slinks into the train seat like ink spreads on blotting paper.
In the soggy marshes of the Dyfi valley scores of black headed geese merely saunter away from the noise and danger of the train carriages.
A middle-aged woman with a Yorkshire accent laughs as she flirts with an older gentleman, and her whole oval face smiles.
The tall hills of Powys covered in a damp blanket of mist, plumes of which rise from within the trees almost industriously.
A battered white pick-up racing the train through the winding lanes, three excitable black dogs in the back biting at the on-rushing air.
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