To Filt in the Waining Sun

The light was on, that’s always a good sign. Roger was always pretty adamant to turn the lights off when no one was home; he used to say things like ‘the house should get a chance to sleep too,’ before…anyway, he was always a bit funny. Walking up the stairs Mark knocked on the front door … Continue reading To Filt in the Waining Sun →

To Fix Somthing

“Please fix” said a note left taped to a gauge.Broken, but not the literal sense. Ten minutes into dead run the primary transformer blew and pissed oil into the sump well.Tired eyes, once so close to sleep, became glazed with the already half-expected prospect of another double-shift fixing transformer no.2. The windings needed a return, honestly … Continue reading To Fix Somthing →

Good Weather For Digging

A grey day, Grey in two states. Moods of the overcast stillness, that often ebbs into a clouded sunday, leaves a brooding wind to make the summer temperature all the more noticeable. This greyness is passing, it holds you to bed for that extra hour, it makes distance just slightly further away and the effort … Continue reading Good Weather For Digging →