Show Notes
Thank you for listening to the first episode of Pixie-led with Tom Cox.
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Mist. Thick and organised and obstinate and layered. Did you hear it come down last night? No, you did not, because the mist works silently and efficiently. It is not clumsy. It does not trip over furniture as it walks into a room or knock your favourite photo of your grandma down the back of a radiator while it is cleaning. As you sit in curtained rooms, you might not even know it has arrived. But it is here, and it is all around you, laundering and sparkling the air, dampening the exterior of your house.
The moor. Place of ghosts. Factory of weather. Breeder of stories. The high place that reminds people of what everywhere else once was but which is also its own place, hovering, separate, other, and always was. The place where people go to learn about time. Follow the thirteen rivers down from its roof, the wide and the narrow, the high-handed and the meek, and you will understand. Follow them from their secret tussocked beginnings and watch them brag and flourish. Stand precariously on granite ledges and watch the water spin through the mossy chasms below you, listen to the voices within, find out if they ever switch off, for a moment. They did, once, many years ago. But nobody likes to mention it now.