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Jun. 28th, 2003
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Harcourt Hill by Night
Jun. 28th, 2003 01:43 amI went for a little spin in the MG tonight. I started off by going along a twisty, fun road I've only recently discovered, and noticed that, by night, it has been fitted with the new LED cats' eyes. As I sometimes do when there is no traffic around, I turned off my lights briefly, and let the flickering blue-white glow of these road markers guide me through the darkness. Then turned my lights back on again, and drifted through a succession of fast-asleep villages. My headlights illuminating the hedgerows and the odd flitting moth, the warm, white bulbs illuminating the instruments inside the car.
I decided on a whim to go and investigate the Harcourt Hill view which I saw by daytime in another post. It is equally pretty by night, although seeing all the lit-up spires would have required wading into a waist high field, which I decided against this time. The MG looked just as it would have looked in a period advertising brochure, had they taken night-time photos. It was the landscape given physical form, its own dark coloured surface having been replaced by a mirror-perfect reflection of the almost-black sky, divided from the black ground by a glittering line of sodium-orange lights, along the curves of the metal that had been pressed 30 years ago, down the road in Abingdon. A car sitting at rest with proper sidelights (that is, marker lights - tiny little lights no bigger than a couple of inches square at each side of the radiator at the front) always moves me particularly, bringing to mind the advertising photos of sunsets, or people stopped to admire an alpine view before they continue winding their way up a mountain pass in a grand tourer. I've toured Switzerland in my Morris; some day I will do the same in the MG. It was built for it!
At risk of getting all shoegazy, I'll say that, as I stood there watching the city below, Radiohead's Pyramid Song started playing on the car stereo (OK, mono, it only has one speaker).
I jumped into the river and what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt...
I decided on a whim to go and investigate the Harcourt Hill view which I saw by daytime in another post. It is equally pretty by night, although seeing all the lit-up spires would have required wading into a waist high field, which I decided against this time. The MG looked just as it would have looked in a period advertising brochure, had they taken night-time photos. It was the landscape given physical form, its own dark coloured surface having been replaced by a mirror-perfect reflection of the almost-black sky, divided from the black ground by a glittering line of sodium-orange lights, along the curves of the metal that had been pressed 30 years ago, down the road in Abingdon. A car sitting at rest with proper sidelights (that is, marker lights - tiny little lights no bigger than a couple of inches square at each side of the radiator at the front) always moves me particularly, bringing to mind the advertising photos of sunsets, or people stopped to admire an alpine view before they continue winding their way up a mountain pass in a grand tourer. I've toured Switzerland in my Morris; some day I will do the same in the MG. It was built for it!
At risk of getting all shoegazy, I'll say that, as I stood there watching the city below, Radiohead's Pyramid Song started playing on the car stereo (OK, mono, it only has one speaker).
I jumped into the river and what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt...
Strawberry Fields Forever
Jun. 28th, 2003 02:05 am3 Posts in one Night? Will he never shut up?
Having regained my appetite after having been ill for a few days, I've just tucked in to a helping of some strawberries I bought on a whim.
And I would just like to point out that they are *delicious*. Product of Derbyshire, apparently. Soft, and sweet, and tasty, and mmmmmm. Go out and buy some! Now!
Having regained my appetite after having been ill for a few days, I've just tucked in to a helping of some strawberries I bought on a whim.
And I would just like to point out that they are *delicious*. Product of Derbyshire, apparently. Soft, and sweet, and tasty, and mmmmmm. Go out and buy some! Now!