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asharoken embraces the saint​-​exuperys

by Kirsten Svuure

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I like this one too. The rhythms aren't a distraction, they are really the centre of it all.

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Well after all this recent rain I really did think that my walking days were over until the early summer or somewhen unbelievable. But it's just not possible is it. Recently the BBC weather thingy has led me astray a bit - on my most recent walk I was nearly killed by lighting in the middle of a stupendous thunderstorm ("sunny intervals and a strong breeze"), and on the previous walk I literally started to enter the uncontrollable shakes of hypothermia during a five-hour non-stop downpour ("sunny intervals and light showers") - so I am wary of believing the BBC forecast. But I am a fool and refuse to learn. The forecast is good for the next few days. I shall be off either tomorrow or the day after, either the train to Petersfield and the walk back, or a walk to Andover and the train back.

Those are the two of my regular walks which are least footpathy - ie less muddy. I sometimes try to encourage people to come along with me. Although 99% of people politely think that these long walks are crazy and a sign that I am mentally ill - seriously - the other 1% understand these things and do them themselves. But I am never confident that groups of walkers is ever a good idea. It's not so much the stuff about compatible levels of fitness and everyone wanting to go at a speed that everyone else wants to go at etc etc - it's much more the question of psychology - eight and nine and ten hours is a long time to spend in the company of another person - apart from bedtime, I don't think my wife and I ever spent so long tethered continuously together.

I am not a good companion. The things that make me a poor friend (my laziness, my lack of interest in other people) are exactly the things that make me a bad walking-partner. I am not interested in anything, so it's impossible for anyone to say anything that I don't find boring, at best, or annoying at worst. And because I'm not interested in anything, I'm not interesting - I have absolutely nothing interesting to say, not even if you put a gun to my head. I don't know anything about anything.

Yes I flippantly and laughingly call myself a "musician" here in the safe space of Bandcamp - but I know absolutely nothing about music. I read a lot but can never remember what I've just read. I listen to news radio all day but it all just washes over me. I almost liked Joe Biden when he announced the name of our new Prime Minister - Rashiid Sanuuk - and ever since then I have genuinely found it impossible to give Rishi his real name, even when I'm being serious. Oh if only our new PM really was called Rashiid Sanuuk. I feel he would be so much more interesting.

Not that I would be interested in him of course. But this is the way my mind wanders all the time - and the way it wanders when I am wandering. And life wouldn't be any better if I was alongside someone for ten hours marching over the South Downs, me just wanting to be alone, for their sake even more than my own.

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recorded this morning, photo Fawley Oil Refinery from Southampton yesterday

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released November 9, 2022

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