It lay on the kitchen table for over a week before I picked it up and looked inside.....It seems that Mr. Hudson, embroiled in the alien, greed fuelled rat-race that most of us have encountered, had lost his way. Putting behind him, the values and beliefs he held inside, suppressing them, in search of fortune. The stress of, and his commitment to this life, lost him his fiancee, job, and ended in breakdown.
It seems that only then did the way of life he truly believed in start to emerge from a pipe dream, to something that was possible.
The writing meanders river-like, straying up tributaries now and again, before re-joining the main flow. We wander through the months of the year as 'Fennel' gives us a snippet or two of the rural idyll.
I find myself being second-guessed, my cynicism being rebuked.
A few sentences on the different stages of an angler ring true to me and I feel myself being reeled in, 'Fennel' gives out a rallying cry for to the traditionalist and I find myself wondering just why was I so busy that this journal was left unread for a week
This is an emotionally purging venture for Mr.Hudson. Will I be following it? Am I in?..For the time being, I think, Yes!
http://fennelspriory.com/journal/index.htm
I haven't seen Nigel for years, sounds like he's had quite a journey.
ReplyDeleteMy copy landed on the mat yesterday Gurn, it looks like it will be an interesting read.
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