List

A woman losing control of her heavily-set pony.
The smell of the rain on the moors.
Standing in the sleet.
The frozen heather rubbing my bare calves raw.
A moorland stream in spate.
The perfect camping spot: a patch of flat dry grass: the head of a silted up pond on the moor.
A two centimetre partially articulated bird claw inside an owl pellet.
The threat of the giant dread owl eating hawks.
Two hawthorns: lurking sentinels in the threshold of the city.
Diseased larches thick overgrown with extra branches bending down to the soil and creating rooms underneath.
Two magnificent venerable red deer stags well within the city limits.
A harpist performing in a pub.
Mother of Vinegar.
Conversation.
Storm Cats.
Driving all night.
Arriving at dawn.
Sleeping at a festival.
Setting up the cake stall.
Spiral Navigators.
Dreaming that I was turning left at a junction. A little girl steps out in front of me and I sound my horn. She dashes forwards into the path of a tram and I see her body ripped apart and her flesh ground into the tarmac.
Incestuous space rock bands.
A barbecue on the beach.
Other people's drugs.
Trying to think of more interesting things to do than sleep.
I love my granny.
Spring in Hertfordshire.
Driving to Sheffield on autopilot.
A woman losing control of her slight arab horse as she crosses the motorway bridge.
Arriving home and wondering what it is I do here.
Back up to 12 stone 7.
Having absolutely no idea what to do next.