My Diary

Unusually I got up before June, who I noticed was in an earnest conversation with a tree kangaroo clinging to an eucalyptus log. The log itself was singing along to a Buddy Holly song and the kangaroo was translating a papyrus scroll of Egyptian hieroglyphics into the seemingly random movements of waves on a rippling lake – an entire family of kingfishers thus learnt the art of mummification: it is said by practicing on an entire family of rainbow trout. June and I then went out to meet a now small giant on the upper gun deck of the HMS Victory: we ate dinner as the guns rolled back and forth and then came home before the French fleet had arrived. The giant sails the seas between the land you can stand on and the land you can not.

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