Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah! I heard the shouts outside my window very late last night. I pulled back the curtains to glimpse thin white figures dash into the shadows. But I knew it was only foxes. I think heard them giggling as I climbed back into bed.
I watched the film Black Pond last night and thoroughly enjoyed it. It is not without faults, the variety of narrative techniques, flashback, cut scenes, documentary, plot and sub-plot, do not always fit together well. But the film was made with a tiny budget and is an extraordinary achievement for the young directors. It is odd mixture of comedy and pathos with some wonderful character acting. The poetry of John Clare and a three legged dog - played by Bonzo - are bonuses. Try to see it if you have not already done so and let me know what you think.
The search for work drags on and I have spent the last few days designing and sending off course outlines. Today I must force myself to send try and sell some workshops as I was told there might be some work with some of the Library Services in the Midlands. On with it.
You can click the picture to read the Hobbyah story if you don't know it. The link takes you to Joseph Jacobs book More English Fairy Tales at Project Guttenberg. It has some of my favourites as well as a version of The Hobbyahs. I recommend the Hedley Kow for its optimism, glasshalffullness and for spelling cow with a K.
If you follow through the links you will come to some interesting stuff on the origins of animal stories into Europe.
Soft warm ache the cat curled on my lap claws and teeth
hidden for now but should I leave the room should I disturb it then what it takes my freedom from me how can I work or think with this distraction where is my courage standing on the pavement in the rain in the shuffling queue just to hit the keys move and damn the waiting