It is unpleasant, though. Walking through the town centre is rather like exploring the tattered remnants of some cold, damp, grey corpse. Perhaps of some primeval mollusc or some long-forgotten Chelonian.
Monday, January 24, 2011
A Dracula moon was rising
Traipsing through Helminthdale town centre is never exactly inspiring. On a miserable cold and drizzly day it's positively dispiriting. While other people may note the meanderings of Winter by the arrival of snowdrops or the passage of wild geese in the night sky we note January's twilight by the digging up of the main road. It matters not the what or why, the tarmac gets unpeeled and the trenches are dug each year.
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Sounds suspiciously like you're in Minnesota...
Pearl
Haha - and I thought it was our misfortune (wherever we live) alone! Here in Berlin there exists another phenomenon: "Every building site is a showplace" belongs to the familiar quotations in Berlin - and we have so many here...
I'll bet any money you have snowdrops though.
Chelonian?
Where would you like to be so that you could be inspired?
You can't beat a good bit of road digging.
that is spooky, its as if the spirit of helminthdale in January is visited upon many other towns. Last January the spirit visited Stockton-on-tees as I walked through...
I had to look 'Chelonian' up. Which proves, I suppose, that you learn something every day.
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