Thread: SOTD: Sunday 11/23 to Saturday 11/29

Henckels Friodur 8/8 Spanish Point with dark grey micarta by Robert Williams.
Fitjar Såpekokeri "Mint Condition"
Edwin Jagger Medium Super Badger(Black Handle)
Weleda After Shave Balm


Nightbreed.

The river is fed by the sky. It runs over a bed of shattered mountains, through the dreams of a great forest and into the mouths of ancient fishes. It starts in clouds as grey and heavy as the sea and ends in a windswept estuary haunted by ghosts. It is a place where white swans dance on dark mud flats and salmon lay fragile eggs in nests of stones - From River of the Angry Moon by Mark Hume.

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. - From The Road by Cormac McCarthy.