All my pawns are queens [447]

Greetings from the shed...

Despite having lost a game of chess in the pub earlier, i’m feeling lucky.

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#TheAction

And before that, me and a friend David were having a psychogeographical potter around a redundant church in Little Barford. An exploration through the landscape and its architecture in order to get a feel for the place.

Saint Denys has been officially closed as long as I’ve been alive. A still proud structure, preserved but hanging heavy with the weight of 50 years of silence. Not quite total silence. There are some signs of activity. New signage directing chance donations, a small Christmas tree near the alter and recently braced walls, atop crumbling foundations and an unchecked rabbit warren.

I captured some audio in among the relics of devotion. As we chatted about the little things. Art, craftsmanship and the echos of a congregation long gone. I might share it in the podcast.

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Christmas is done with the new year to come. This time between gatherings is always a strange one. I just begin to relax, but then start thinking about all the unfinished projects coming with me into new year. The yearning to chisel away at them is too strong to ignore. Before you know it, i’m back in the shed. While others in the house work through TV series, or undertake marathon gaming sessions.

So i’ve mostly been writing, drinking with friends, writing some more, drinking and eating with family, and archiving artefacts found as I tidy the shed. While simultaneously drinking and snacking. I’ll be glad when the xmas booze is gone.