Friday 16 January 1818 (Halifax)
Most boisterous, tempestuous night ... At last, I have brought up the time I lost in York and have got right again my journal as usual. I will never get so behindhand again, I am determined.
My experiments in extreme blogging continue as I experiment with the idea of outside blogcasting. This mornings post is coming live from Huddersfield Crematorium and is ( hopefully) being created and delivered by my mobile phone. As I sit here a gentle but serious breeze blows through the Memorial Gardens, stirring the wind chimes into life so that they provide a melodic accompaniment to the chorus of birds in the woods. Amy sits at my feet, taking a mid-walk rest and all is fine with the world. Which is an odd thing to say in a crematorium. The wind turns a degree or so colder, Amy stands and looks around apprehensively. It is time to move on before we become permanent features.
The experiment continues later in the day (can mobile blog posts be amended?) when I have left the cool calm confines of the crematorium for the busy and noisy environment of the local shops. We have stopped for coffee, but it is merely a break - more torture is to follow.
|The MS Azura passes Titanic in Southampton Sound|
|Jacques Raczej-Podróbka : Conspiracy Series - Green 43 (1956)|
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