day 2, the things the weather permits

wade in the water (external music)
to fall down the bank of Rhodeswood
to climb up the cobbled wall of Torside

knowing it will rain
polar maritime funnels from the north
feeling settled and then cold
an absence on the crossing
driven away by driving rain

forest, three black crows, tent houses
pine needles and tarmac
warm, heavy pelvis
stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, still
grit stone
the road parallel
the wind blowing shapes across the water
the letter E and 4 floating quietly

friends new and old at the hostel
Liz arrives from Bleaklow through stair rod rain (or is it steel rods?)