Black Car Home
 

Remember there was this, "Tom", a dishevelled bloke, who stumbled into me camp a few weeks ago, like some post Halloween zombie? He said he's lost his skipper, his place to sleep at night, in Bristol and been beaten up. He seemed genuine enough. I fed him for a couple of days. Felt sorry for him really, and a bit of company made a change for me. Trouble was he became a bit of pain and had an odd air about him. Asked a lot of weird questions. I didn't feel quiet safe with

A good day because I got paid for a whole day's work. At last. Fixing rusty buses may not seem much, but when you can get to the pub at last it is worth it. Bring on the Uley beer! I haven't had much lately due to the strangled cash flow. Did I miss it. Had to miss Frampton Show, one of my favourites because I didn't want to scrounge the entry ticket. Anyway back to the pub. A chat and a joke was enjoyed with that amber nectar. That and a sing song. Good to let out the st

Saw a swan bevy fly right over me last evening. Beautiful. Gave me swan bumps- well you can't say goose bumps really in this context, can'E? Right over the Severn bank they was- caught golden in the westerly sun. Perfect unison of wings flapping, like some distant traction engine at a ploughing match. That familiar wedge shape caught against the blue yonder- well it made me a bit reflective and moody. Like after 5 pints of Uley! I thought of them swans on their long journey

The trailer of Black Car Home, a cinema film, about Nathan, a homeless man living rough in a car by the mighty river Severn who rescues Tatiana a young illegal South American immigrant from the icy mud flats. She thinks she has arrived outside New York, not remote Gloucstershire. #video #blackcarhome #severn #nadiaserantes #joncleave #davidpearson