I shot the chaffinch lark fishing off the Westcarr road. Upstart craw was brought up bleeding. Collided with the 7.32, passed through a standing cow etc. Those chokes the rivers. And here they are in the river, self-healed. They run with moss or else. Fighting with the chaffinch Joan that’s your career and how to catch them moving about on the water bed that’s an error that comes up. I mean to take to finishing as stragglers to the surface and make for bogs near London. Don’t go there for lines don’t go there for limes. On and on I mean to race after its discoverer who hears it coming in fast and prized.