A slow morning spent writing and trying to make sense of everything. These long, indulgent days drag at our heels, slowing everything down to a Southern rhythm. An almost empty bus takes us out of town to Belle Meade Plantation. It’s the first time I’ve walked on grass in a week. Marietta, with her hoopContinue reading “Day Eight: Belle Meade”
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Day Seven: Nashville and The Tattoo.
It’s important to note that when I woke on the 8th September, I did not think that I would end the day bearing a tattoo. Perhaps it was my impulsiveness, perhaps it was Nashville, but whatever it was, I now have ‘Feast’ inked onto my forearm and I’m not entirely sure who I am anymore.Continue reading “Day Seven: Nashville and The Tattoo.”
Day Six: In Search of Pie
I wake with pie on my mind. It’s quite simple: Derby pie for breakfast or no Derby pie at all – isn’t it terrible, these tests of respectability one must face whilst forever moving on the road? And what a test this is. Bacon ice cream accompanies a feast of pumpkin, chess, apple, meringue, keyContinue reading “Day Six: In Search of Pie”
To The Table 