This post was written in response to Totalfeckineejit's 7pm project - in a nutshell, write whatever comes into your head for five minutes at 7pm on a Monday and post it, no re-writing allowed. It is supposed to be a poem but I'm afraid on this occasion the following popped out instead:
I'm sat writing this in a car, in a thunderstorm, parked by a wall beside the river Rawthey - yards from the spot where, I'm sure, the opening of Basil Bunting's poem Briggflatts is set.
How did we get here? Early this morning we set out on an epic end-of-summer car journey. It was meant to take us to Lindisfarne, but the tide-times meant we'd be stuck there for five hours: great on a sunny day but today was predicted to be wet and windy.
Instead, we headed off to explore the South coast of Dumfries and Galloway. It didn't seem as exciting as it looked on the map, especially in fog and driving rain, so we turned round and headed to the Lake District. 3.30 found us in a coffee shop in Ambleside, by Windermere. We then took the car-ferry to the far side of the lake. I could not resist the temptation to carry on to Coniston, where we spent a reflective half hour by the water, listening to the rain on the roof. And then on - to where we are now. It's all been a lot more fun than it sounds.
And apologies to any readers from Dumfries and Galloway. It's probably a great part of the world and I'd like to go back and look around when it's not throwing it down!