Anyone who is up to date with reading The Owl Journal will know that my last entry — The Where and the When — ended with one helluva cliffhanger. …Notes on The End
I’ve been following Howard’s blog for a while. A musician suffering from ALS he was given six months to live back in July 2020. I saw my Uncle go through the same thing (though here we call it Motor Neurone’s Disease). As usual I began to read this latest post but was knocked for six on learning that it had been posted the day after his passing. We never met, having only spoke through ‘comments’, but what an emotional hit it was. Rest easy, Howard. Thanks for allowing us to journey with you ❤️
And while last night’s Wolf Moon still held on in the west, to the east the sky was on fire. Aren’t you glad you didn’t stay in bed to miss it?
But, just in case you did: a Good Molten Morning to you all.
The Wolf Moon over Manchester tonight, despite the fog.
And, despite that by which it is known, there was no howling to be heard, not even by the wind. Maybe somewhere else in the world tonight the moon was suitably greeted.
I really hope so.
Manchester from Spinningfields.
Spring from Winter.
June from January.
You can see anything you want, from a distance.
I’ve just read about an octopus that, when it wants to mate, rips its penis off and throws it at the female.
Think I’d rather stay single.
I took this this morning when heading out before the forecasted bad weather.
Think I just need a kestrel on my arm.