(fragment from when the bees)

The immortal old man of the elusive blue sounds the deep, so emerged from the sea, his herdsman, asleep, amongst a colony of seals. There on the headlands in view of the town and the farms that lay between he was seen sleeping heavy on warm round edged stones, baked with them by the sun and cooled by a breeze from crisp occasional waves. So content did he seem that none were alarmed and they stood on the shore and looked, some broke into soft applause, so heroically did he sleep amongst the seals.



MrMonkeyInk