The web page of the ABPress based in Oxford and Sibiu, soon open for business: muses and misspells on its books. Randomly decrepit, stiff joints, possibly neo-bankrupt: so out of touch it needs help, but so analogue it cannot be helped. Nonetheless temperamentally enthusiastic, moderately irascible.
I spent the night on the Round Hill at Wittenham Clumps to catch sunrise, fortified by a fire, tea, and the best company. Paul Nash described the view from The Clumps as “a beautiful legendary country haunted by old gods long forgotten,” in fact some of the earliest of English settlement. After much anticipation – and with huge and dramatic change in the sky’s colouring, also the clouds’ – the sun began to emerge at about 4:45am. Very quickly it was exultant. My mobile phone bore witness: the modern, transient and insufficient tells of the earth’s foundation and vastness.