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Quintiscential Rainy Day

¦ dialling in from the sky bunker ¦

07:48, clean blue sky beyond the blister window; if I get up and take a look outside I can clearly see the far horizon, green fields defined by dark green hedgerows, clumps of forest on rolling hills... it's not all lost behind some bank of rain and fog.

Enigma is playing on random function. Today is Tuesday, and it's been a dreamy bank holiday weekend. Jo's twin sister arrived Friday night; Saturday afternoon their younger brother got married...this is my 3rd wedding, or 4th if you include NGT's evening reception. It was very good. I particularly enjoyed meeting this salty old sea-dog who had a thousand mile stare, florid cheeks, thick tangled white beard and a carefully guarded personality...he was fitting in, just like me, but then both of us happened across a mutual interest and that opened a floodgate of speculative discussion about all things bizarre, esoteric and the dark side of human psychology. I told him I would love to learn the sea and sailing. He promised me he'd contact me.

Sunday woke up in the small English country village where the wedding took place; a cooked breakfast, about 20 members of Jo's family packed into a small lounge with mugs of tea going through the wedding photos...I continued to get to know Jo's Uncle Andrew. I'd been told about Andrew for years but this was the first chance we've had to meet; he's a senior lecturer of archeology and spends a significant amount of time in the middle-east... he's also heavily into Roman Polanski films... 9th Gate is my all time favourite film, ever, and I've been given several titles I need to look up: Cul de Sac; Knife in the Water; Revulsion. By time lunchtime came round, and the family had flicked through over 300 digital photographs of the same thing (from different angles) it was time to head back to Bristol.

Heavy rain. The light was the colour of an aquarium...muddy green. I loved it. Getting home, Jo & her sister crashed out in the front room... I brewed a pot of strong coffee and padded upstairs, where the Sky Bunker was getting a pounding from the rain. Bliss. The next few hours was me alternating between working on Yellow Dawn, and going downstairs to chill out with the girls who'd made the front room into cosey-central.

Djr