We run bareback through life surfing our rage and our lunatic hearts.

  • Tuesday, February 18, 2014
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Great! I'm spending my evening knee deep in mud with a lunatic. Why oh why can't I have normal friends?
"Jerry, perfect, we need South facing slope, a clear sky, head torch and a sense of adventure. We are going International Space Station spotting. Coming across at about 5.15 and 7.20 pm so I thought North Downs Way
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We stood on the curve of the earths crust in a dark and sinking field, facing west. Our necks bent at 54 degree's and peering into heaven. This is what it is to be human and utterly insane. It is to have hope and faith and a lunatics heart. Perhaps we should have shouted at the sky, hurling prayers and epithets upward but we didn't, We stood mute with our bent necks and beating hearts and waited for alignment and manifestation.
To get there we had run bareback through life, deep into sheepshit and mud and past the suicide of tree's who had hurled themselves to the ground. This is what we do Jerry and I, we have the tee shirts, the tattoos and the lines on our faces to prove it. We run bareback through life surfing our rage and our lunatic hearts. It takes madness and a maverick spirit to run cross country in the dark and the mud wearing what are essentially ballet slippers with toes, laughing so hard at tales of wheelchairs and wigs that you nearly fall down. It takes madness to search and to hope and to run through rain glowing like napalm in the torchlight. And surely only lunatics would stop and take five minutes trying to photograph a frog, two grown men lost in the wonder at their feet?


 



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