Went for a walk.

One of the benefit's of living out in Wylam has been the decent walks immediately on hand, a benefit which goes tits up the minute the evenings (and soon enough late afternoons) get dark. Moreso right now because all of the surrounding fields have been ploughed up. Went out briefly tonight, had a wonder through some woods, got the shit scared our of me several times by some birds, scratched my hand, got stung by nettles, muddied my shoes, nearly hung myself on a weird bundle of metal wire in thicket, and almost ripped my coat climbing a barbed wire fence. Marvellous really.

I then found myself in a field, right next to my house, and because I'd never actually been in it before (which is weird, now I'm thinking about it) I didn't realise it was my house at first. Got the crap scared out of me (again) by a couple of deer, who jumped out of the long grass and pelted away, little orange buggers. Then I turned around, realised it was suddenly quite dark and I had about quarter of an hour until it went all "don't go out on the moors".

Took the opportunity to listen to some of the Silmarillion whilst wondering, lets just say it works better as an audiobook. The levels of incomprehensibility are somewhat reduced by Martin Shaw's narration, and walking in woods similar to those I imagine Tolkien composed much of his mythology in does help. There was a very peculiar moon this evening as well, which was nice, it looked like one you get in the prettier anime films. I tried to take a picture but it didn't come out well.

Thought for the day: fuck, the Beatles did all that in eight year?