Jasper Rice sent me this poem. It sums up late 2008 and early 2009 very nicely:
The second last summer of a decade/ lying in sunbleached cemetary grass/ high with the brothers Treffry/ Oh the summer of 2009/ I drift through lectures like a wafting breeze/ pedalling coastal roads to ease my wanderlust/ and drinking ten dollar wine /
it's summer-in Summer Hill/ And I'm beneath the railway lines/ high with the brothers Treffry.
Summer Hill's railway bridge by Will.t 2009
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