Why does it always rain on me (Travis)

Impressions of summer

• Wasps - while taking a lead rope off Beetlebaum in the long grass of the driveway I thought I'd stepped back onto a thistle, then I saw what I thought were big black flies on my legs - nope - wasps. Black wasps. Having disturbed their sub-ground nest, they took retribution. Jeepers, a week later my legs still hurt like the blazers!!
• Hot hot heat - on the deck the mercury was saying 35 degrees most days (apart from the three day storm in early January)
• Water - either not enough (we needed to order some water before our visitors arrived before Christmas), or too much (the heavens opened on a walk SWMBO, Jerry and your faithful correspondent took)
• Wind - not that kind, the take-the-sails-down wind that came with the January storm.
• Wetas - the hot/wet/humid combo suits wetas and Jerry, helpfully, brought a few inside to bat around on the floor.
• Opossum - whether climbing on the roof or making horrible noises outside the toilet window whenever I made a nighttime pit stop, it was an unnerving experience
• Rats! I hate rats!! Either in the tool shed, or the old hay by the tractor, ratty came a calling.  I buried six in total. Take that! 
• Titus Groan novels - keeping company with the creepy ratlike Steerpike during the summer was somehow weirdly appropriate!

Not my favourite season, summer. By a long chalk!

Love and peace - Wozza

The eyes were too deeply set in their pockets of shadow to be seen (Sourdust's eyes)

Re-reading the Gormenghast trilogy is a daily joy.

A joy that will last for a while. In more ways than one! The version I have compiles Mervyn Peake's three masterpieces into one volume of 1023 pages. That's a lot of joy!

This is the third time I've read these books.

Way, way back, when I was a teenager, I bought the three books as a boxed set, using a book voucher from a Christmas gift.

Second outing was about ten years later, as a young man at university (pre SWMBO and children). Improbably, it was a set text in one of my papers; writing an exam essay on it in the Old Arts Building at Auckland University is a very vivid memory. I wish I had a copy of that essay!

Almost 40 years later, here I am for the third time. 

I had an urge to reread it and found this copy at The Piggery in Whangarei.

Aged nicely, its pages are framed by a variety of browns, the heft of the book is also impressive. Even the fact that the binding is very delicate is oddly appropriate (pages 1 to 28 have already liberated themselves).

The experience of luxuriating in Peake's gothic castle and his descriptions of the vast grotesque cast of characters is superb. I am finding myself exercising mindfulness to a deep degree to understand and visualise everything Peake is communicating.

Speaking of the characters: I need to keep a record of them, if only to remember their glorious names.

• Rottcodd - the curator of the Hall of Bright Carvings
• Mr Flay - the Earl's butler
• Abiatha Swelter - the chief chef
• Steerpike - one of Swelter's kitchen hands
• The Grey Scrubbers - they scrub the kitchen walls
• Doctor Alfred Prunesquallor 
• Irma Prunesquallor - his sister
• Pellet - their servant
• Lady Gertrude, the seventy-seventh Countess of Groan
• Lord Sepulchrave - the seventy-seventh Earl of Groan
• Titus Groan - their baby son, just arrived
• Fuchsia Groan - their 15 year old daughter
• Nannie Slagg
• Sourdust - the old librarian and advisor to Lord Groan
• Keda - the wet nurse for Titus
• Pentecost - the head gardener
• Shrattle - of the armoury
• Springers, Wrattle, Spurter - kitchen boys
• Cora and Clarice - Sepulchrave's sisters (and twins)

Perhaps, I say, perhaps, you can now see why I needed to write them all down.

Love and peace - Wozza