Monday, 1 November 2010


I was going to go deep into the Forest of Dean for the night, but got sidetracked and ended up exploring the Downs just before dawn. On Samhain you might fear to meet the Wild Hunt, but I was more concerned about encountering people with dodgy sexual appetites.

There was a fox, and a lone student swigging from a bottle as he wobbled back to Halls, and a homegoing couple swaying from excess of nightclub.

And then a vic of geese flew over, silent and ghostly in the light of the city.

I was going to write more about this stuff but Scrabble got in the way