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Aug 30, 2005 20:29

Windy.
Walked to Crail.
Ventured into that dovecote at the top of the road down to Caiplie... I've always liked dovecotes. I had the strongest urge to beat down the nettles and brush away the owl pellets and make the place into a cosy den. All those "shelves" waiting to be filled with tinned food and illicit possessions.
That was yesterday. On Sunday afternoon there was an event at the Haven. Johnny and Kenny played some songs in the drizzle. I went home and had a nap.
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