today's Carboot Sale

Russel and Kym's offering

Russel  with some few things he found on Chris Spickett's offerings

The offerings of Mick Steggles

Russel and a rather pleased Chris spickett

a meeting of minds around Dave Veasey's offeringsd

Robbie Manning testing out one of the Cardinal's chairs

 Chris M's offerings

The Cardinal's back patio

Adam and the Big Willow , 'Ard Men

 Robbies stuff, lots of nice 1/72 WWI planes that went very fast

the Cat slept through it all

It has reached that time of life ...

or possibly passed it but I do like this poem...again cribbed from my cyber mate G.K.

Early Sunday Morning

by Edward Hirsch

I used to mock my father and his chums
for getting up early on Sunday morning
and drinking coffee at a local spot,
but now I'm one of those chumps.

No one cares about my old humiliations,
but they go on dragging through my sleep
like a string of empty tin cans rattling
behind an abandoned car.

It's like this: just when you think
you have forgotten that red-haired girl
who left you stranded in a parking lot
forty years ago, you wake up

early enough to see her disappearing
around the corner of your dream
on someone else's motorcycle,
roaring onto the highway at sunrise.

And so now I'm sitting in a dimly lit
café full of early- morning risers,
where the windows are covered with soot
and the coffee is warm and bitter.

"Early Sunday Morning" by Edward Hirsch, from The Living Fire: New and Selected Poems, 1975-2010.  (buy now)

Astral Weeks .. the early '70s

and there we were, Pete Carrol , Steve Garton and I ..hang'n in my bedroom listening to Van the Man's  Astral Weeks..Steve said, quite emphatically , from his postion of authority  sitting on  the bedroom floor that  it was the greatest  record of all time..over the last  40 years I think I have to agree..a moving memory ..I think we might have still been at school..a moving memory.."the slipstream between the viaduct of your dream"..I sometimes think I have been there all the while  since that night.....

Astral Weeks

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
From the far side of the ocean
If I put the wheels in motion
And I stand with my arms behind me
And I’m pushin’ on the door
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
There you go
Standin’ with the look of avarice
Talkin’ to huddie ledbetter
Showin’ pictures on the wall
Whisperin’ in the hall
And pointin’ a finger at me
There you go, there you go
Standin’ in the sun darlin’
With your arms behind you
And your eyes before
There you go
Takin’ good care of your boy
Seein’ that he’s got clean clothes
Puttin’ on his little red shoes
I see you know he’s got clean clothes
A-puttin’ on his little red shoes
A-pointin’ a finger at me
And here I am
Standing in your sad arrest
Trying to do my very best
Lookin’ straight at you
Comin’ through, darlin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me
Would you kiss-a my eyes
Lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
To be born again
In another world
In another world
In another time
Got a home on high
Ain’t nothing but a stranger in this world
I’m nothing but a stranger in this world
I got a home on high
In another land
So far away
So far away
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
We are goin’ up to heaven
We are goin’ to heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
In another face
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