Her "Cretinous Pasty munchin' [BREXIT votin] cretins " of Pastylandshire, that sure ain't Paradise - not one even invites you in for a cuppa they're so mean.. .. except for my Track which is where you meet Paradise....... vs.... "upcountry" ... the next one up they just be real wimmin and ask yer phone number for her lonelytoo friend, right out....
no noncin' about )
But as always in the morning: Quiet; all and nothing.
'and' - i think we got to "and yet at the same time "
But that's for another day.
All i know today
Once again reminded, by her easy way.
Wandering the hills of above-the-sterile river-Wye
"why?" Meeting farmers Rachel and Chris
First time i saw them trundling along on their old quad,
thoughbub " well they certainly aren't lonely*.."
So what is the right word? noble loneliness? righteous, merely 'inevitable' i guess.
The paradox dichotomy is that only a securely married, once farmer's daughter, and still of some land, can speak absolutely no holds barred, brightest eyed, passionately " no you are wrong mister they are all absolute bastards the way the treat their animals - up to their knees in their shit day and night...it's criminal..."
Never mind " yes .. looking after the fences and old stables and rotting wood...it is a very lonely existence these days"
With no 'stigma' or judgy of " well you must be wonky to have been left 'lonely' "
Anyway back to the loneliness of in fact also especially nowadays the inability to communicate with almost anyone, after all ... well... 'progress' is a tough nut.
said as a true progressing across all borders gypsy for several decades
How on earth is some journeywoman from lands afar (even if a nearer war than this latest one and we didn't get quite so dragged in to the Ramboness of those peoples we would never understand, the truth of; their war)
'Romantic'
even if it should be recorded as "romantic"
A discussion at about the most 'romantic' setting one could conceivably imagine, and then some...
( even more Two on a Tower than Thommy's two... as ... well if you were 'brought up'... even if i wasn't i roamed like Rosie of Cider fame....feral, alone....if one's childhood roaming places and nooks and crannies were all away from people especially if wandering with Rosie up in the hills keeping an eye out for the most romantic imaginable unused haybarn or bracken patch... for our 'picnic'... well, the Londonwriters fey boys who write books like The Book Of Trespass .. and then London feyboys come and set up trendy bookshops even in true wifebeater-central Kington... prominently displaying it in his window... . they don't understand as they didn't actually LIVE our youth: there is no 'trespass', kids preteens just bob around and are always very aware of where a not so pleasant farmer may be
and avoid his machinery...
and others are ok ... you learn people the right way: you watch them from afar, from their hedge or peeping around a rock at her shore and you figure their gait, posture, and do they take time to stop and stare.. )
What on earth does it mean?
How could one conceivably explain that word to an incame writerly woman ?
I don't even know really what it means even if i may say " i is 99% "
so you go to https://www.oed.com/ and many entries
Of an idea, plan, etc.: fantastic, extravagant, quixotic; going beyond what is customary or practical. Of a person, personality, etc.: given to or characterized by such ideas; responsive to the promptings of imagination or fancy regardless of practicality.
.. blahh blahh 2004: To assume that class relations have somehow gone away..is utterly romantic.
Indeed that one last 2004 one is proven in a fact a doing action being type in to the "sign in with your library card" https://oup2-idp.sams-sigma.com/librarycard
the fop haired arrogant creeps of 'institutions' like OED still haven't plugged a glitch in their awful matrix thats been there a decade+ (i cant recall how i found it) whereby without ever having been to Calderdale one can sign in using Calderdale library and library card number 10480277
HOWEVER... as one is pauper scrofulous under-the-hayrick shaggeratti scum .... signing in via a 'library card' rather than expensive subscription
of course they have trained their website to not allow you to STAY 'signed in' or remember your log in details at all - no cookies allowed for the fat underbelly....so after each usage one - the To assume that class relations have somehow gone away..is utterly romantic.
is rit large in their own exclusive cookieless site... which is a pain in the arse endlessly resigning in just to use a not very good dictionary even if it is 'romantic' i... berated a good writer that she MUST only ever use that dictionary as the internet destroyed all other maybe meaning .. after she spat
(oooh i must rember the spitting recording, soon)
I couldnt care less as i was always above mere 'class' even if one cannot transit them and gets stuck on a weird Island between...
(maybe she is too? surrounded by poisonous fermentations of.... ??)
So, yes...what on earth does 'romantic' really mean - the grown up variant which isn't about Cidertime...
Well apart from anything else it is the grape and all refined sugar mucks with your real 'romantic' appreciation of a fine one...
no not a wine, and you mustn't whine when they as usual must be not what they write...
In fact there is an idea....
As i do know that it really does need defining.
Chris and Rachel her huggin' him tight upon their quad is one form....
But a second is that getting to know them over the years the way she would fiercely and intelligently rant away about all their fascist animal-cruel neighbours (them big propper farm) .. only with someone to watch your back, whom after fourty years of marriage you still enjoy bearhugging his so you dont fall off the motorised-modern-day-bicycle-made-for-two... bumpin around the hills
A fact of life is that quite simply it does take two to tango and dance the righteous dance of keeping the dodgy down at heel ...
As there is simple 'right' and wrong ...
