I am the Breakfast Man
Much more work on the breakfast scene today, after cooking breakfast. I am the Breakfast Man on sundays.
I'm more and more aware that I'm writing about myself here. And perhaps that's why I'm writing in the first place. Seth is discovering himself; I rediscovered something I already knew, and moved to Bristol. Perhaps writing is a response to the urge to tell all.
I leave Seth with the problem of how to find a magical disappearing Greek restaurant, and we walk over the Downs to Clifton Gorge. The Peregrine watchers are out in force, with a helpful notice-board telling us that the young have left the nest. We see a Peregrine below us, flying up the Gorge, small, slate-grey, and deadly. They're mainly taking jackdaws at the moment, but one came back with a lapwing the other day, a rare bird itself. And now rarer by one.
I'm more and more aware that I'm writing about myself here. And perhaps that's why I'm writing in the first place. Seth is discovering himself; I rediscovered something I already knew, and moved to Bristol. Perhaps writing is a response to the urge to tell all.
I leave Seth with the problem of how to find a magical disappearing Greek restaurant, and we walk over the Downs to Clifton Gorge. The Peregrine watchers are out in force, with a helpful notice-board telling us that the young have left the nest. We see a Peregrine below us, flying up the Gorge, small, slate-grey, and deadly. They're mainly taking jackdaws at the moment, but one came back with a lapwing the other day, a rare bird itself. And now rarer by one.
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