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Today I woke up with a foul mood hanging over my head; the mental block was still there and it was souring my whole outlook. I sat down at my computer like a good worker bee, determined to beat this thing. But still I stared, and still I checked my phone. I can be a bit dramatic sometimes. When I got home I thought I would feel refreshed and inspired and renewed.
On Morecombe bay a cockle picker. Of sand-eel and mud-jugged lug-. Salt sharp kelp is flung like tartan kilt. On the hips of anorexic. Struts of shingle; dead sods of seal. Thwacked with surf, tendered with scrats. Of sea-thrown stone, sunk in damp. Sand, are fresh with turning tide;. A wick of moon licks curling. Neap surf; splinters of rain keen. On wet stone, that tack currents. Friday, 22 April 2011. Sunday, 17 April 2011.