What follows is a mad cyclone of some of the oddly delectable bits and bobs setting my head and heart on fire this early November, vintage-style.
What follows is a mad cyclone of some of the oddly delectable bits and bobs setting my head and heart on fire this early November, vintage-style.
This animation is a bit, shall we say, weird. I like it, but then no one has ever called me normal. I’m including it here because it features audio of John Masefield reading his poem, The West Wind.