Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

The Black Stuff

The village pavements are not paved at all, but smeared with tarmac slurry that after deteriorating alarmingly over the years is finally being relayed by two boys from the black stuff who arrived in a tar-splattered old lorry and who use what looks like an old road-sweeper’s cart to lay down the new surface; it may look tin pot but it seems effective as the sidewalks are steadily turning from shifting shades of grey to a firm and uniform black top.

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