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The Moon Blether
I'm on my way to Tain, you know, the Ancient and Royal Burgh of Tain, neatly packaged between the A9 and the sea. No suburban urban sprawl here, not yet anyway. Pete Atkins sings "Session Man Blues" on the radio, geese browse the fields, the old brick works on my left allow a brief glimpse of a long defunct chimney stack, then into Arthurville where a Farrier shoes horses on the roadside, the lights from the back of his landrover forewarning distant traffic to be wary, dazzling and bright, then onwards and into town. My first stop is the supermarket; a crunch corner yoghurt, a litre of milk, savoury crisps, a hotdog lunchable, and box of wine perhaps, why not? Not busy here this evening, no, not really. Passing pleasantries with the 'trolley man', a smile or two at familiar faces, their names long gone, dimmed or mislaid by the passage of time, though comfortingly familiar faces all the same. Next stop, the High Street. The zebra crossing is empty. Post a letter. Smiles, waves and nods along the way. The garage for unleaded petrol and then home. The moon is now as smooth as it should be, the evening's turned to night, the Oil Rigs are Christmas trees, the jet fighters are gone, pitch blackness has enveloped the browsing geese and Andrea Boccelli's operatic voice booms forth from the car audio system. I share my route home with a startled rabbit, two roe deer and a fox. Yes, all is how it should be. Time for chicken kiev and chips. And a glass of wine or two perhaps? Now what's on the telly this evening? A man who 'grows' cows down at 'Riverside Cottage', heaven's forbid; Alfie and Kat in the 'Queen Vic'; Alan Titchmarsh in somebody else's garden. Yes, an everyday ordinary - with a touch of the extraordinary - sort of day. How was yours? (Copyright 2004 Patrick Vickery) |
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