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I definitely dreamed, as I was having quite an involved one I didn't want to leave when I woke up this morning, but thanks to the powers of the mighty sleeping tablet, I do not remember a damn thing about it (this is about 50% of the purpose of the mighty sleeping tablet, if I'm honest; it doesn't stop me dreaming but it produces mild night amnesia and then I don't have to deal with anything I dreamed about, a bit like alcohol but without the liver damage, vomiting, and dehydration).
Last night at around eight thirty I decided I hadn't been outside enough (because there was the tail end of a hurricane knocking around all day) and dragged Jess off into the nature walk to look for blackberries, of which there were disappointingly few. It was also dusk, so everything was "spooky" apparently (Jess is justifiably nervous of ill-lit wooded areas whereas I have a total absence of fear of them because these are the places I used to go to in order to get away from people, many of whom were also spooked by unlit wooded areas; I'm used to the thing lurking in the darkness being me, and on the rare occasions I've run into people who were up to no good were just ignore each other and go in opposite directions).
One thing we did find was this:
An apparent offering to the forest gods under a bush. Some other people had found it too and were looking at it, perplexed. Contains: apples, grapes, corn, some beer. Can't have been for Lammas because that was long enough ago the apples would have been in a bit of a state, this looked fresh, and I don't know my pagan calendar very well. We made a few jokes about the Horned God but I suppose it could also have been in recognition of some genius loci.
After a lot of blundering about and checking out different routes and noting that the wild raspberry has grown but hasn't fucking fruited at all, we finally found the blackberry variety that IS in fruit, up by the road, and spent a while crashing through nettles and thorns to collect a small box of them: I managed to get the laces of my Doc-Wellies caught in a bramble/nettle combo branch and repeatedly hit it against my naked leg while trying to disentangle myself and despite my best efforts with a dock leaf I have a great big old nettle rash on my leg now.
But we also have some blackberries and according to the GUILT BRACELET I hit my self-set calorie-burning goal, so that's something, I guess.
Last night at around eight thirty I decided I hadn't been outside enough (because there was the tail end of a hurricane knocking around all day) and dragged Jess off into the nature walk to look for blackberries, of which there were disappointingly few. It was also dusk, so everything was "spooky" apparently (Jess is justifiably nervous of ill-lit wooded areas whereas I have a total absence of fear of them because these are the places I used to go to in order to get away from people, many of whom were also spooked by unlit wooded areas; I'm used to the thing lurking in the darkness being me, and on the rare occasions I've run into people who were up to no good were just ignore each other and go in opposite directions).
One thing we did find was this:
An apparent offering to the forest gods under a bush. Some other people had found it too and were looking at it, perplexed. Contains: apples, grapes, corn, some beer. Can't have been for Lammas because that was long enough ago the apples would have been in a bit of a state, this looked fresh, and I don't know my pagan calendar very well. We made a few jokes about the Horned God but I suppose it could also have been in recognition of some genius loci.
After a lot of blundering about and checking out different routes and noting that the wild raspberry has grown but hasn't fucking fruited at all, we finally found the blackberry variety that IS in fruit, up by the road, and spent a while crashing through nettles and thorns to collect a small box of them: I managed to get the laces of my Doc-Wellies caught in a bramble/nettle combo branch and repeatedly hit it against my naked leg while trying to disentangle myself and despite my best efforts with a dock leaf I have a great big old nettle rash on my leg now.
But we also have some blackberries and according to the GUILT BRACELET I hit my self-set calorie-burning goal, so that's something, I guess.