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Published: July 12th 2008
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Wirral Coast
low tide, there is a 5 hour window that you can walk out to the islands some how i have ended up sleeping in a huge tipi, living in a caravan with 5 french boys, i french girl, 2 spanish chicas, and an irish mate, and working on an english family construction site with four adorable kids. chickens sheep and goats plus 'purdy' the donkey run wild everywhere. im learning sustainable building practices. really, everything is just a huge experiment.
beside the awful weather- it is almost a california winter here, raining and cold - it has been a lot of fun and a completely different pace from the last farm. image: i wear some huge wellies to slop through the mud.
explored the wirral coast the other day, the tide was so far out that i couldnt even see the water. walked way out on the mud banks. the sky here is the lowest i have ever been under. it feels like its hugging the earth. i feel like i am on top of the world, although i know i have many more miles to go to be there. the low light , however, stays till past 11 everyday , which adds the odd out-of-placement sensation.
yesterday was beatle's day in liverpool. went to
the Cavern Club, original place of the band and heard awful cover bands play. a crazy drunk old english man decided we looked fun to hang out with and kept buying rounds, pretending to speak spanish and french, and yelling at me for taking his photo (which will be posted tomorrow). it is amazing though how in just a few days, we have formed an odd bunch family. we differntly all stick out and together make a scene
helen, the is like a loving mother hen, makes fresh bread everyday which is amazing.i am trying to make my own starter for some sf sourdough. it is still in the beginning stages, a lil moldy, and beginning to smell. hopefully it will work and i can wow the french boys with bread thats better than their plain stuff. every morning they eat about a tub of nuttella and a loaf and a half of white bread. in five minutes.
my favorite activity has been building and feeding the fire that is in the tipi. respecting its powers and that it is my source for warmth during the night has helped me try to overcome my fear with fire. i
lone man
checking water levels for the tide, like everything else, the data has changed a lot in the last few years like creating lil sculptures out of the wood in the stove and see its success rate to burn. late at night, the glow of the fire feels very primal; for me it has become a pseudo art creation and experiment
french boy sitting next to me right now talking on the phone. its strange how i have no idea what he is saying, perhaps even commenting about me. probably not.i just caught an 'ahh oui', when i get up from here to walk into the kitchen , ill be confronted by someone else, probably Helen or one of the kids, all whose english seems like a new language to me. what a house
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