Wyatt Up

Have stepped away from the bloggercoaster for a few days to experiment with real-life hills and sweeping bends in the Lincolnshire Wolds. My first few days at Louth were an emotionally tear-jerking experience; where I almost felt like a battered wife who craves her abusive former partner (the Mail) even tho' she (me) know their new spouse (the Louth Leader) is a safe bet, even tho' it likes knitting, Internet features like The Cat's Whiskers and Spilsby Today. Or summat. But today (Thursday) was the first day where I felt that old Laurie H wide-eyed sense of wonder. For a start, Louth is beautiful. I'll post some photos soon; but it glistens in the spring sun. Then, I see one of my all-time top five heroes Robert Wyatt chatting with a fag and a polystyrene cup outside Woolworths. I didn't have to pick my jaw off the ground either; it was like a comforting prescence across the street. Then I took a call from an old friend who loved Rock Bottom-era Wyatt as well. And then, as dusk descended, I parked my car on the sunny side of the Humber and cycled across, perilously close to the water's edge but feeling more alive than I had in ages ...